Crescent Moon

[ShadowsCool]

Crescent Moon

A blouse strolled into a courtyard
Tightly hugging her hips.
Her sweater the color white
Hanging over her chest.

I saw confetti blow
With birds flowing in air.
Their singing sounds
Like romantic tunes.

Happy the air
My eyes on her.
That blouse I spent
My fantasy ride.

What could be
Inside her for me?
She went further into
The crescent moon.

On a cold night
Her star lite the sky.
My drafty window
Shunted the world.

As I closed the sill
I mused upon silence.
What never will be
Will never love me.

[Buh4Bee]

This is kinda' a fun piece. What worked for me is the ending. It snapped the reader back into reality as the poet spoke the closing of the window. This maybe a weird way to describe what I mean. Let me know, if it doesn't make sense and I can try to re-explain.

[ShadowsCool]

Well that makes sense to me. I must have worked on this poem a hundred times till it felt somewhat right. It's kinda about looking out at life and wondering is the grass greener over there. Almost like if you never try you will never know. Like having a fantasy that will never come true, but you think about it anyway. By closing the window I become isolated and back in my safe world. Something like that.