Tale of a supermoon

By hoalarg1

Tue, 19 Jul 2016

4 comments

The moon is bright tonight
it has sucked up the last dusk light
so night can unpeel day
so I can gaze upon this wonder

White eye,
how kind you seem
holding our hands out of sympathy
your orbit our ecstasy

do you look at us like I do you
telescopic
expectant, desperate to
turn rough seas to tranquility?

yesterday I felt your tightening grip
your tidal course hugged my eroding shelves, and
you allowed me to breathe out;
you allowed me to breathe in

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2016-07-20 12:39

I really liked your ideas in this poem, especially the wonder of how the moon effects us.

Jenny.

Permalink Submitted by hoalarg1 on Wed, 2016-07-20 14:22

Thank you Jenny. That's very kind of you.

Permalink Submitted by london_calling79 on Wed, 2016-07-20 20:35

There's a great, grand tone to this. As if the moon is elemental/monumental and you address it beautifully.

Permalink Submitted by hoalarg1 on Thu, 2016-07-21 17:17

thank you LC. The moon has been so magical lately I simply had to write something.