She used her initials
to find a rather exquisite
pseudonym to use her pen
And just as delicate
as her lineaments were
so was her choice of words
Her skin - in that one photograph
she showed the world - alabaster like
a shady pale as priceless as bone china
That cautious smile on her lips
spoke volumes, of an endearing way
to pour her love and loveliness in poetry
Where a pale satellite glorifies night's beauty
unclouded, she was able to unravel all hardships
in couples' intimate lives and still capture its fairness
These verses speak of a loss and of a sweet salute
to a poetess so dearly missed, perhaps her comments
as much as her poems, she with pen-name Pallid Moon.
Note.
Some verses can only be spoken or written knowing full well
that the chance of ever meeting the one - who is the subject
of the poetry - in real life is for certain a billion to one or less.
Ergo, this poem was conceived and penned just because of that....
© 2024-01-31
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