Air Ships

Like silver sails on silver ships,
A fleet of clouds floats by then slips
Into its Milky Way lagoon
Beneath the lighthouse of the moon.


© Charles Ghigna

5 comments:

  1. Amy L VJune 2, 2010 at 9:49 PM

    Now, every time I see the moon, I will think "lighthouse". Thank you, Charles.
    A.

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  2. laurasalasJune 3, 2010 at 6:38 AM

    Oh, I love to cloud-watch, and now I'll see them a little different. This is one of my favorites of the poems you've posted. Just gorgeous.

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  3. Elaine MagliaroJune 3, 2010 at 11:50 AM

    Love the Milky Way lagoon--and thinking of the moon as a lighthouse.

    FYI: I just added your blog to my blogroll at Wild Rose Reader.

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  4. AnonymousJune 3, 2010 at 3:40 PM

    Beautiful imagery. The slippery sounds of the first line and the moon as lighthouse. So much in so little!

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  5. Charles GhignaJune 3, 2010 at 9:07 PM

    Thank you Cazzy, Elaine, Laura and Amy. Kind words from such talented writer/friends.

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