Under the Stars – Poetry by Joseph Murphy

Frank Benson – Moonlight

Nestled in a broad field’s tall grass
above the headlands.

No fire. A sleeping bag. Noone at night
walked that way by the sea; no one
would find me. 

I had dared myself to do it. 

Milky Way brilliant and the surf’s roll lulling me.

No danger. 

Up at dawn. Glorious. A challenge met,
however small. A shy man’s worth
recast; rejuvenated.


About the Poet

Joseph Murphy has been published in numerous literary journals and authored four poetry collections, The Shaman SpeaksShoreline of the Heart, Having Lived and Crafting Wings. He is a member of the Colorado Authors’ League; for eight years was poetry editor for a literary publication, Halfway Down the Stairs.

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