In each clear night sky I look up,
Look up and see the moon.
It starts with a slither at its birth,
That slither that grows each night
As its life increases,
Going though childhood and puberty.
The half-moon shines down
As it reaches adolescence,
Its life still ahead.
That life’s age increases,
Getting wider and wider
With the experience of time.
The full moon shows its life,
That life that has reached its peak.
Each day as age increases
The moon starts to decline,
Decline into old age,
Until it becomes a slither
And finally dies.
But in life,
As with the moon,
That life will come again.
And once more life and the moon
Will rise into glory.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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A fine reflective write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Aha, echoes of rebirth. Do you ever wonder about those who have passed and come again? What they are, what will be their challenges. Will they too gaze into the moons enigmatic trance?
Yes rebirth, or do we never die. I am a firm believer, as you may have gathered from my poetry, that My Spirit will never die.
A happy National Poetry Day and World Animal Day to ya! (St Francis of Assisi day). Time for a rendition of 'All creatures of our God and King!'
You counting down now? 10 days to 1066.
Well-written poem trumpeting life, death and rebirth that is analogous to the phases of the moon. I loved it.
Here's hoping we may all look forward to reincarnation. 🙂
Thank you Tamara, much appreciated.
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