Guest Poet Linda Holmes


A great light glowed 
over ancient rocks
and a haze of clouds
blocked the truth
colors were transformed into magic
and my eyes were opened
to something more
to the slightest possibility
that maybe,
nothing more.
And as I looked to the moon for answers
she stared back at me
even more puzzling 
than she was before
I laid in wonder
gazing at the stars
and marveled at how far
their arms stretched
to another place

April, 1998

Linda Holmes' Questions:

1) Does this poem remind you of any specific place? If so, what place?

2) What  kind of mood does this poem put you in?

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