‘Yin and Yang’ by Jane Blanchard The Society June 27, 2014 Humor, Poetry 1 Comment “Hello, again!” the sun does say when rising on a morn in May. “Thanks for the break,” replies the moon. “I need to go to bed quite soon.” The sun then bids, “Don’t fade so fast! Why can’t you get your light to last?” The moon retorts, “Fine talk from one who sets each night when day is done.” Jane Blanchard lives and writes in Georgia. Her work has recently appeared in The Healing Muse, Noctua Review, and The Rotary Dial. Featured Image: “Creation of Sun and Moon” by Michelangelo (1475-1564). NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Buceli da Werse August 31, 2014 A Glimpse of Michelangelo I saw Him rising on th’ horizon, my eyes on Him making sun and moon to give light to the earth: the latter, gray at left, night’s beauty in pre-dawn, the former, gold at right, a circle’s bright lanthern. O, God, the fleeing of old, graying age unbound, the fleeting greeting of Creation’s gorgeous birth. O, God, how His great Power shakes. Hear it resound throughout eternity’s vast space-time, and again. So Michelangelo put paint to ciel Him down, although He vanish in a diamond diadem. It colours all we see, this glory and this bond, that savors the divine, although we be but men. Reply Leave a Reply to Buceli da Werse Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.