The moon unquestioned
has no answers
Between light’s reflection
the coming dawn
One promise chosen
to fill the darkness
One promise chosen
to calm the storm
As planets rally
the moon abandoned
The time for reason
has come and gone
They spin their orbits
and claim reentry
New eyes upon them
new axis spawned
Rotating freely
in pinball madness
Colliding passions
of night’s retreat
A new moon laughing
the death of order
A new moon waiting
— as shadows sleep
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2025 10:47
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Comments3
A metaphor I assume. People are like this and from there it goes many directions. Nicely written Kurt
Thanks SB.
Wonderful poem. It actually brought me back to thoughts I recently had. I am very much drawn the the moon...all phases of it. The other night, I was outside observing the moon and pondering it's phases. Really the phases are the earth's shadows marking how close to blocking the moon's view of the sun it is. Just as the moon’s appearance changes due to Earth’s position, our understanding of events and circumstances can shift based on our perspective Anywho, a very thought-provoking poem. Great job, Kurt!
Interesting perspective, thanks.
Kurt
You bet. Thank you for the spark, my friend! Excellent poem.
Nice one Kurt
Melodious and philosophical
Thanks so much.
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