Sunday, 3 April 2011


Some nights, I am as full as the moon,
brimming over with good intentions,
resolutions, and new weather.

Other nights, I am as starved as the moon,
cut down to size, sliced to a crescent,
slinking down the equatorial line.


Phil Lane


Ambiguitylotus said...

This is absolutely divine. :) Lovely way to look at the phases of the moon.

G.R. LeBlanc said...

Very, very nice. I love this.

Lolly said...

Phil, your stones are amazing.
'specially this one.

withoutwordswouldyouknow said...

leaves me swooning

Shauna said...

your poem is gorgeous Phil,
feels as if you have read
my diary.