My moon

The shadows of smudges showing through

Poised over the earth to correct the simplest of mistakes

Balanced perfectly above a tiny peak

my moon

Frantically Orbiting all of existence

Waiting to smear words without resistance

Blank, it waits to pull restraints

Exhaling the tides

my moon

Ridding the lies the sea portrays

Constantly drifting away

Longing to erase what I create

My moon a constant reminder.


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Mon 19th Dec 2016 15:30

The moon as receiver and reflector of thoughts, a worthy role for man to consider - and also blamed on dire mood swings! Very thought provoking


Gideon Puccio

Mon 19th Dec 2016 10:52

This really spoke to me. Excellent poetry.

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Mon 19th Dec 2016 08:45

Really enjoyed this. Needs publishing. Jeff.....

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