I am looking for the morning moon
a waning crescent curl today,
the sun has risen fully
so, she will have to share her shine
The Day Twenty-eight prompt is to write a concrete poem, a poem in the written in the shape of its subject.
Morning Moon
Wind Rush
Sharing the ephemeral joy of the moment
Wind Rush 
Lunariffic! This is one good sun-of-a gun poem. Brilliant (if concrete can be).
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Really good, thanks for sharing
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Great idea to create an image to show the shape & to put art underneath it.
I love your focus (across the body of your work) on the moon. I am (pun observed but not intended) drawn to the moonlight.
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Nice!
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Beautiful poem on the lovely moon.
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