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Dear Moon
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Poems, Adages, and Thoughts Moon, your light is too brazen
You are far too forward, barefaced
Too much effort ruins beauty
Can you not see my strenuation
As I venture to admire the stars
Despondent pupils strain to relax and dilate
To absorb twinklings from across the universe
A universe you distort and whitewash
You slash and tear your way in
Flooding weary retinas
Searing with heavy handed brightness
Screaming "me! me! look at me!"
My languid eyes can hardly bear it
They wince and I raise my hand
As one may to a buzzing insect
A vain attempt to block your pale visage
Delicate strands of starlight
How many must you overpower?
You were almost beautiful, resting in the shadow
Again I must wait weeks to truly appreciate
That breathless stab of minuteness as I peer above
Faintly glistening worlds all encompassing
Tiny orbs of incomprehensible mass
Fourteen tainted nights before I can imagine myself
An asteroid far off; tetherless and unburdened by time
Unbothered by your trivial grabs for attention
I yearn to be left wandering
Through solemn darkness; aimless
I want to feel what it is to simply exist
Not merely forgotten, but never known
Floating gently, silently. Unshackled
Utterly bathed in midnight's glistening dark
No one to dance for, no one to shout
"Jump maggot! You're on the clock."
Oh moon, I speak harshly of you I know
I will concede this-
You are among the fairest contaminations
I am doomed to behold
Imagine the things I could say of other lustrous glamors
Such as flourecent lights and electronic screens
To say nothing of the eternal unquenchable flame called Sun
A perfect example of Christianity's fiery hell
The audacity of its rising
Moments after my breath has slowed
And mind has settled to a glassy calm
It is incomparable. Unforgivable.
Disintegrating the innocent morning dew
Obliterating all serenity
Oh moon, next to that flaming monstrosity
You are almost beautiful.
Still, I cannot blame the sun itself
Merely what it brings-Conciousness
It is I who have twisted heavenly bodies into something ugly
My thoughts have tarnished that which is innately pure
I forget the overwhelming strangeness of existence
How strange I, the blossom, the sparrow, the elms
Dirt fields specked with ant hills, like craters on your face
I have forgotten, I no longer see
I know it is not light that blinds me
But mine own petulance projecting darkness
Moon, forgive my imprudence
You truly are among the most beautiful
I usually don't run out of
I usually don't run out of words when I read a poem, but I stand wordless and awe-stricken before this poem. Wow! This poem is an achievement that any poet will envy. Rather than be verbosely repetitive in the poem's presence, i will just say Wow to the Nth degree.
Starward
You speak far too highly..
You speak far too highly.. but I'm flattered all the same. Thanks for your kind praise!
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Beautiful and Compelling
I loved this.
Thanks! :) and good luck on
Thanks! :) and good luck on your future writes! It's a satisfying hobby.
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A Misunderstood Celestial Body
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem
Talk About A Moon Ode
Blame is on the moon, this magic; blame the stars for this whitest blinding light - I would never have thought it. - Thoroughly enjoyed this writing. 2nd reading 10-21-18, the poet laments the moon's audacity. Still amazing, this letter to the moon
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"...it is I who HAVE twisted..."
Thanks for the proof read
Thanks for the proof read, I was caught up on that has/have usage in that sentence. Appreciate the comment and reread as well!
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enjoyed this
Last night, I was out gazing at the stars and as I observed what seemed the entire milky way, it was very much noticed, the absense of the moon.
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