The moon is red for me.
Smoke rises, embers brightening the empty eyes.
The sky is dark and swallowing my conscious.
I cannot feel the damage to my lungs tonight .
Smoke rises, embers brightening the empty eyes.
Rushing water from the sewers below.
I cannot feel the damage to my lungs tonight.
My steps are in slow motion.
Rushing water from the sewers below.
The air around is still, as if the world stopped for me.
My steps are in slow motion.
It’s so silent, why is it so silent tonight?
The air around me is still, as if the world stopped for me.
The sky is dark and swallowing my conscious.
It’s so silent, why is it so silent tonight?
The moon is red for me.
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M.B (Pseudonym) (
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You create such imagery for me V. Total fan of yours!
Thank you so much! Fan of yours too 🙂
That red moon is there for you to show you the way, that red will turn into yellow and white and the light from it will then comfort you into a wonderful life.
Andy
I felt very comforted seeing it on this night, thank you.
Good Morning FRIEND - Thanks for an elegant PANTOUM which allows a repetition of each perfect line ! It is a form well suited to a melancholic poem. For me it painted a picture of a bygone age (Victorian ?) when all was choaking smoke and sewage ! Or perhaps it is a metaphor for life today in the inner Industrial Cities - the smoke of grime & crime - and the sewage of wasted lifes ! Or perhaps it is all in the mind as much of our Poetry is ! Thanks for sharing - more please !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 💛💛💛
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