Half Moon
One star and half a moon
in the purple sky tonight.
Half a mind, half a heart,
half a soul, half life.
A pain so big inside,
I can’t help but cry
for the hope gone.
For the golden round
lost underground.
The pain feels full
but absent,
present piercing tragic
to me
she was pure magic.
A light that shone
into my heart.
I felt the pull so palpable,
attaching now
such detachment
leaves me empty,
fractured
and the moon
once so beautiful
and full of wonder
holds only
memories absent.
©JMCole
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 22nd Apr 2017 20:39
I took effort to read this through three times, and each reading seemed better than the one prior. I can only think that the original scan confused me with the visual layout of the words themselves. But I stuck with it.
And I grew intrigued with the interplay of words which turn upon themselves in metaphor. At least, I think they do. And now, I quite like this poem.