Notes About The Poem
Written 7 September for The Simple Poetry Poetry Contest sponsored by Sotto Poet.
Moon
a silver sickle shape hangs, carved by divine hands
across the velvet bruise of the greyish sky
in two weeks, a chipped coin, smoothed by countless tides
reflecting a silver light that is not its own
but borrowed from a dazzling distant, fiery eye
a splinter shard, a fingernail clipped from heaven
so thin, it might slip with a soft sigh of the clouds
it drifts on, a pale boat, on an ocean of ink
carrying wishful whispers of forgotten dreams
and the quiet awful ache of long lonely hours
it paints the sleeping fields in shades of ghastly ghost
turning traditional trees to skeletal etchings
shining streams into mere ribbons of mercury
that coil and uncoil beneath its uncaring stare
shadows stretch, shifting with the deep breath of slumber
it has witnessed extensive empires rise and fall
lovers whisper warm winsome vows, at times un-kept
solitary souls stroll their painful paths alone
each step, a silent secret, unseen, unknown
echoed in the moon's indifferent gentle glow
a silent light, hung in the vast shrine of the sky
illuminating prayers of a dreaming heart
it waxes and wanes, a sure certain reminder
of the quiet ebb and flow, the spring and autumn
of the slow, sacred, preordained cycle of l
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