but still the moon rises


the only permanence is the lack thereof.

the little smiling child will soon be old
and her smile will be faltered by wrinkles.
she will see the moon - sometimes scattered among stars,
sometimes shy behind clouds - rise as the sun sinks.
she might see it tens of thousands of times.

she will see children be born
and she may see them die:
snatched from life
back into a silent state of pre-existance.
and sometimes it may be as swiftly as they were placed into it.

she will hear hatred
and she will hear love.
she might listen from a distance
or she might try to cover her ears,
as the world screams and spits at and soothes her smiling face.
she may even scream and spit at and sooth it back:
and she might regret it
and she might not.

she will feel closeness
and she will feel distance.
she might feel both
in an oxymoronic moment of
sometimes the weakness will last,
but it will never be permanent.
                                                for  the  only
                                                is  the  lack

but still the moon rises
as the sun sets.

  • Author: anonymous5454 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2022 13:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: this is my first published poem. It’s not my first written piece but the first one that I feel confident in sharing. The Buddhist idea of anicca (the belief that nothing in the universe is fixed. Nothing stays the same and everything will change. ) heavily inspired this poem. sometimes I need to remind myself, when in a ‘moment of weakness’ that it is not in fact permanent. That this is a passing frame of time. that, in years to come, when I myself am that ‘smiling child’ - ‘faltered by wrinkles’, this moment will be insignificant.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Rocky Lagou

    "the only permanence is the lack thereof." Wow. I mean that's quite profound. Well done. I loved seeing this evolutionof characters and all the intricacies of life.

  • Buzz Bray

    The very irony of life. Weare sentient and crave life, only to see the impermanence of our being. I loved this poem!

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