(written for browland's blog: visual organisms)
The earth moved today,
just slightly, a tiny jump
forward in the universe.
Enough to shake the
foundations and send
the moon crashing
into the ocean.
Fortunately she was sitting
on the edge of the galaxy,
balanced on the north star
when the shift occurred,
sparing her the upheaval
it would’ve caused
But tonight she will feel
the effects of the day,
pulling her further into the
dark rift of the Milky Way
and leaving her tired and lifeless
as she sits inside her room.
Somewhere a child cries,
a thousand golden teardrops;
windows shatter,
leaving glass scattered in the yard;
the rains fall,
drowning out all sound but it’s own
And the hunger moon looms on the horizon.
5 comments:
But tonight's moon is the Pink or Egg or Fish or Sprouting Grass moon, a moon to nourish the child (within?).
I know, I know...wrong moon but I liked the sound of hunger moon better. Happy Easter! Be nourished!
I like this poem...
It means a lot to me when you like a poem! Thank you!
an amazing poem....thank you for sharing it. !
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