Poetic form: Specular Fugue
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The Spectacular New Poetic Form - Specular Fugue | PoetrySoup.com
What does it mean to live a finite, fragile life in an infinite, indifferent universe? ~ Prof. Brian Cox. As the Moon rises in the east barely showing its face above the horizon the Penumbral Eclipse takes form heralding the full weight of the time a new Shadow was about to be cast over me. Dark has cloaked my deeds up until now. The Blood Moon enchants with its splendour and ultimately the reflected light from the Sun is embraced by illuminated corners of my heart— subdued, as it reflects tentative forgiveness rewarding me for changing my ways. I’m set in my ways. I yearn for unconditional forgiveness of the ingrained dark corners of my heart— reflecting my own perception of me. A Blood Moon stirs fear in the heart as my darkly disturbing thoughts reveal secrets. Old shadows are difficult to cast off— taunted by the recall of lighthearted times. When the Penumbral Eclipse faded remorse latched onto the dark side of the moon on its arc to set in the west.
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