Protecting Moon.


I awake with the dawn,

Look out into the pale blue sky,

And there shining on my life

I see the full moon shining brightly,

Heading towards the horizon.

Its job of keeping us safe,

Keeping us safe for another night,

Now at an end.

An end for us as it rises on others,

Keeping them safe in their night,

Looking down on them,

As it looked down on me.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2017 02:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: I woke up at 6:00 am this morning, as usual, looked out the window, saw the moon in the pale dawn and these words came to me.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Philip

    I missed that lovely moon, but the sun has now greeted me. I hope the moon is doing it's job somewhere in the world. You have given me a great start to Monday. Phil.G

  • Goldfinch60

    Glad I could have been of service. Thank you as well.

  • Michael Edwards

    I do admire you for being able to come up with such a great theme and being able to write such great lines in such a quick time - each of mine takes several days and several bits of tweaking before I reach okayness.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Michael, it is the way I have mostly written, the problem comes in remembering the ideas in the first place if I do not write them down. Many come in the shower and by the time I have finished showering the ideas have fled!

      • Michael Edwards

        Or washed down the plug hole 🙂 I also have the problem with remembering - something may come to me at any time (it may be an idea or even an interesting word combination) but without paper and pen at hand it is soon forgotten. At least these days I can blame it on my age !!

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      • orchidee

        Good write. You know that man in the moon?! This reminds me similarly of the sun in:
        'The sun that bids us rest is waking
        Our brethren 'neath the western sky (From 'The day thou gavest Lord is ended').

      • kevin browne

        your lovely poem reminded me of this. 'I see the moon
        and the moon sees me.
        God bless the moon
        and God bless me'. I love your words protecting our sun. thank you..!

      • Tony36

        Well written and expressed

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you very much Tony.

          • Tony36


          • willyweed

            I like the way your poem provoked these writers I hope it provokes me as well, and soon but right now nothing rhymes with moon? good one Goldy! ww

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you WW. Rhyming is not normally my thing so when I do rhyme it surprises people.

          • WriteBeLight

            Very nice Goldfinch.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you WBL, much appreciated.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you so much tepo, you are very kind.

          • Mr. Lamar Ingraham

            Can one outgrow Gold Finch, our great poet of solitude, of love loss comprehended as farce? I think so, yes. In the impatient, zestful still-youthful adulthood of one’s life. When at last one takes control of one’s life. Or believes one can, or has. … You outgrow Gold Finch. But then one day, abruptly, you return to Mr. Finch. As the brash arc of adulthood begins to wan. It’s like discovering yourself in a corridor you would have sworn you’d never been in before — yet you know it. This staircase, this door to be opened, this room. It’s all there. Always has been there. Unchanged. Waiting for you.

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