Poems are like moons
reflecting past light
back down towards me
when I choose to look

Mind and creation
at a respectful distance

with so much space between us
I no longer live
through the poems
they’re just reflections now

Beneath the busy sky
I’m free
and living life...


(Inspired by Cynthia's moon poems)


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Martin Elder

Thu 3rd Oct 2019 08:37

I am with you on this one Tom Well said

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Ruth O'Reilly

Sat 28th Sep 2019 12:16

Really enjoyed this Tom, the concept of poems being like past reflections. There is actually a New Moon tonight so make yourself some wishes.

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