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PAINTING STUDIO The September Moon Flying In The Blind And In The Fold Of The Flowers Colors Kiss The Clouds And Touch The Moon written by Stephen Craig Rowe and published on MSN Windows Live Spaces. September the seven, 2,009


                                             "In the space between the words poetry is written.  There one may read and see within and
                                             without."  Stephen Craig Rowe
      On the night and in the night I could not see the full moon of September for the clouds were too deep dark swelled with rain. 
                                                               Yet I went into the yard
                                                                and touched the sky and
                                                                holy damp
                                                                grass held my feet
                                                                upon the ground
as I gazed upon the full moon of Septemer and blinded by the clouds She moon cast
                                                                 a glow
                                                                 all kind of blues
                                                                 silver shine
                                                                 and milk
                                                                 run puddles
                                                                 in and out of the
                                                                 diamond sky,
                                                                 In dreams we
                                                                 often go to the
                                                                 light side and
                                                                      brush about
                                                                           the clouds
                                                                                           gather up the
                                                                 star dust, and
                                                                 see.   For with in your hands
                                                                 eyes, and spirit
                                                                 is the ability to see within
                                                                 and without the folds of
                                                                 the flowers as roses have
                                                                 no tears, nor has the full
                                                                 moon of September.
                                                                 There some go into the
                                                                  sky and look within
                                                                  And without.
                                                                  Said as a poet, painted
                                                                  on the other side
                                                                  and seen
                                                                  for your eyes.
                                                                  In dreams I went above the clouds,
                                                                           Held the full moon of
                                                                  September in your
                                                                  hands
                                                                  Star struck.
 
                                                                 
As ever be well, 
Stephen Craig Rowe
 
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  1. john
    September 8, 2009 at 3:42 am

    A moonstruck Rowe…..flash

  2. Sue
    September 8, 2009 at 4:27 am

    Morning StephenI like your words very muchTake careSue

  3. Jenny
    September 8, 2009 at 4:44 am

    Good morning Stephen,what a wonderful poem. Dreams are sweet and beautiful. Trust your realisation it is your Eternity’s real self.Take care

  4. Michiko's
    September 8, 2009 at 6:03 am

    Oh,I’m so sorry that you were not able to enjoy the beauty of the September moon. Fortunately,we have been having very good weather last two night and very clear skies but after that showery weather we having for another couple day.Take care Stephen! Michiko

  5. Polly
    September 8, 2009 at 11:35 am

    Your words have me starstruck. I love the hat – looks like you’re ready for some more stargazing. Have fun :-)

  6. Rambling
    September 8, 2009 at 11:51 am

    Lovely as always dear friend.

  7. Ann
    September 8, 2009 at 12:00 pm

    Glad to read another of your poems.

  8. Beth
    September 8, 2009 at 12:35 pm

    Very nice Stephen and the photo is lovely. I hope you are feeling well.

  9. Beth
    September 8, 2009 at 12:36 pm

    I probably should have specified which photo is lovely. LOL Of course I meant the flower photo.

  10. .
    September 8, 2009 at 4:53 pm

    Best regards, beautiful flowers and words.

  11. Mei's
    September 9, 2009 at 5:08 am

    Lovely Lupin, is it Lupin? :-) Enjoy talking with you other day, wish you a lovely day, carry on the dream….. MeiPS: You look like come from space in the pics! :-)

  12. Here I Am
    September 9, 2009 at 6:58 am

    The moon can inspire such beautiful words. I love how you look like you are in a space ship looking out. Beautiful and strange looking flowers. Hugs Carrie

  13. Brent
    September 9, 2009 at 12:06 pm

    exquisite imagery. if i had to choose one, the painting would take it, hands down. though, glad i don’t. trusting in your continued strength and health, b

  14. ··¤ SETH
    September 18, 2009 at 4:47 am

    That was wonderfully written. I don’t usually notice the full moon, as I find the transit usually passes me by without even a hello. I know a lot of people are affected by phase of the moon, especially the medical profession and the police, who are very busy during this period of time. I have many friends in this field, that don’t believe in astrology, but will tell you when the moon is full without looking up in the night sky. :o)Take good care my friend!

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