A man sat
alone at
the door of
her room and
awaited
her coming
but come she
would not.

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As I sat on the Moon
in the cold blue earthlight,
every midnight and noon,
each midday and dark night,
I'd be struck by a tune
melancholy or bright;
And at times, don't you know
I could see the light grow.

Or, Why the Fledgling Poet Smiles

I'm going to use this place for poetry.
I will write at least three poems weekly, of various forms, qualities, languages, and I will post them here.

I'm trying to further my poetical skills, and in so doing sharpen my mind. So any criticism is welcome, as long as it's relevant :)