As if the day turned black
and the sun turned a dirty shade of grey
awaiting eagerly
just for one last poem to read, from you?
the very last goodbye?
a poem in which
the universe explodes
into silence and nothingness
and as I sit at the end of my bed
my dry eyes closed
waiting of course
for all the clocks to stop
the moon appears
and she is blue.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: imaginings of hope, but what I see in reality are babies going home in boxes from war. 🌹
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cassie58, Cheeky Missy, Tristan Robert Lange, Thomas W Case
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Comments5
A super nova poem that is quite rightly mourned by the moon 🌙🙏🏻🕊
Indeed, mourned by more than the moon, I'm thinking of those children going back to Israel in boxes. The world is broken. 🌹
Indeed it is 😞🕊️
The poem sounds so romantic and wistful and the last line gives a feel of things that are out of reach now for a moment being within reach then the author note shatters all that and my mind goes reeling off into space and a darker image takes the place of romance and I see darkness wrapped in bows and colored wrapping paper with corpses inside. Where have you taken my mind Teddy. Then I read this again and I see where this has come from the black and grey the last poem, the goodbye, explosion of the universe, and of course the moon is blue, I too sad and such a vision. But where had my mind been before? Caught in past images of your poems always bright light hearted, romantic and at most angry this seems to be another side of you and I was caught in my past image. You took me off guard. See how previous prejudices can affect one's reading of a poem
Nooo, my last poem was absolutely all about love, this one yes you are still on the ball, I wrote within the empathy of a young man who has just received his family in a box how sad the world is, so you are indeed correct, but you do pay me an incredible compliment if I make your mind wander that's what real poetry does for me, that's what yours does for me. Thank you my precious friend, every bit of me feels humbled when I see you on my work. 🌹
The moon sees everything and has every reason to be blue. Every reason to shed tears of silver hue. Dear Teddy, I travelled to far off places, to lands I do not know and felt profound sadness and much mourning. 💜🌹
Thank you so much dearest Cassie, that's how I felt this morning. Biggest hugs my dear friend. 🌹
Beautiful and sad. Tremendous writing, sweet Teddy. I felt this to my core.
And she is blue 💙 thank you dearest Thomas. Always most humbled by your visits 🌹
Very emotive words Teddy, that moon sees all the horror that is in our world but is also lights up life's glory as well.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy, your positivity is most welcomed on this one. 🌹
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