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Phases of the Moon

The scent of Eagles Shortly after hate-filled Cantations Drives you vertically insane Nearly touching utopia Engulfed in flames Your editor suggested options Including uncovering cemetery Ashtrays enrobed in trace-water Marble Unforgiving Even joyful I concede Your mouth dripping fresh-picked Strawberries While antediluvian rainbows March towards certain death Or nirvana You Said As phases of the Moon Dictate 6/20/15 © james marshall goff

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Joe Dimino

Date: 6/9/2016 7:13:00 AM

For sure, go with the flow and seasons. Phases of The Moon, how they affect all nature, both physical and phyche--one wonders, on deeper analysis, was it "The Chicken or the Egg?"--surely God, were it not for our freewill, would do it a bit more refined from the get-go. You are a great poet, Jimbo!

Funom Makama

Date: 12/17/2015 4:11:00 AM

lines with curves of wisdom and landscapes of awe! My mind is in a park of joy to how I manage selecting this page. Keep on writing dear poet and as always, a wonderful 7 without a doubt!

P.I. Alltraine

Date: 8/10/2015 2:39:00 PM

I love, love your poems and your style.

Catherine Labeau

Date: 7/18/2015 4:15:00 PM

thank you

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 7/17/2015 3:36:00 PM

Wow very unique - Dadaist? Surreal! Light & Love

James Marshall Goff
Date: 7/17/2015 11:08:00 PM

You are sharp Deb, yes...I enjoy this style, the fractured leaps help express the half-thoughts of emotion that course our minds continually....furthering the truth I seek

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/15/2015 4:08:00 PM

enjoyed your write on phases of the moon James, Luv p.d.

Constance La France

Date: 7/12/2015 7:45:00 PM

James, a deep and moving piece,wonderful 7 and thanks for visiting tattered pages

Nette Onclaud

Date: 7/11/2015 5:21:00 PM

a layered piece essaying the moods of luns, jimbo.. well done!.. huggs

Afolabi Muideen

Date: 7/11/2015 4:45:00 PM

Congratulation on having this beautiful piece featured. Soupmail........A.M.

Skat A

Date: 7/11/2015 2:48:00 AM

James :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~

Catherine Labeau

Date: 7/10/2015 2:17:00 PM

the moon a liar in my world but I keep looking for her every chance I have

Ken Jordan

Date: 6/30/2015 2:35:00 PM

James, I must say that I read this fascinating poem twice and it got deeper than my first read. How profound is that? Great poem, Ken

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 6/25/2015 8:25:00 AM

This digs deep and pulls with the gravity of the moon.

Anna-Marie Docherty

Date: 6/23/2015 12:22:00 PM

A thought provoking right on which to linger a while and just enjoy soaking it in... A lovely write, well done you!

Jill Spagnola

Date: 6/23/2015 10:50:00 AM

Impeccable timing as the Summer Solstice approached, moon waning. It's forces undeniably affecting the Universe, the tides, the hospital wards. Yet not one with conviction. Sadly, money still makes the World go round. "Ashtrays enrobed in trace-water marble", Wow, what a metaphor depicting a place my remains shalt not ever remain! You got skills Jimbo :), jill

Paul Callus

Date: 6/23/2015 10:06:00 AM

Hi James! Had to read this intriguing poem a few times, not wanting to miss out on your message! I say that while the moon dictates, we are still left free to make our own judgment and take unforced decisions. // All the best. // paul

Arthur Vaso

Date: 6/21/2015 6:49:00 PM

I have absolutely no idea why I loved this poem, just that I do! A7

Nette Onclaud

Date: 6/21/2015 2:03:00 PM

well jimbo.. you got the mood right in the dot!...some madness intriguingly expressed..touche!... huggs

Afolabi Muideen

Date: 6/21/2015 2:14:00 AM

Powerful well constructed, you panned this very beautiful. excellent.........A.M.

Constance La France

Date: 6/20/2015 2:26:00 PM

James, this is great, I love your writing, 7 well I will never change a word of my writing so I will never be published unless I publish me and thanks for visiting my poetry