Like There's No Tomorrow (poetry monthly)
By Bee
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He glares at stars, and barely
rests a head
for fear he'll skip a beat;
a breath -
one followed by another,
out the bleakened window,
where he waits, afraid
he'll close
into the dark, then fall
too far, too deep
unconscious
into no tomorrow.
But while awake;
so often not abed,
he only frets until... well,
they say it never -
but it comes sometimes,
and then
again, it doesn't,
unlike sorrow
that he witnesses
from where he sits
and watches us -
the man in the moon.
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I enjoyed reading your poem
I enjoyed reading your poem Bee.
Very thoughtful.
Jenny.
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Is he asleep at new moon then
Is he asleep at new moon then, when he has no sunshine? I get very confused at models of the sun, moon and earth! Rhiannon
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Sleepless nights, I guess will do this.
I am not sure if this is the subject matter, but it would fit well.
The line I really like is: out the bleakened window,
It perfectly describes the view from my window when I wake up on a miserable heavily overcast winter's day. "I wish I'd have thought of that expression!"
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I love this. The skewed
I love this. The skewed perspective really makes you think. Very well crafted.
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Back in the day, I had a
Back in the day, I had a Horlick's 'Man in the Moon' mug. Thanks for sparking that precious memory, Bee, and as for the specifics, ie. your poem, poetry is all about perspective, and this is what makes your little gem utterly shine
Tina
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