Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
The yellow moon suspended here
Above my head
Creates a glare & quite a blare
To shred my ear
-Irregular, unwelcome year,
Why must you barge
Into my straining life to spread
Alarm & fear?
-I cow'r and shiver as I wait;
Of sharp'ning moon grins at my throat
With glee & hate
-I prostrate lie upon the slate
Resigned at last
It's just as well; please make it fast,
I pray to fate
-My eyes are closed. My path's in mist.
It's just this spot
The waning moon; the girl; the stone:
But these exist.
I ope my eyes. The sharpened moon
Has had a change!
The fog, now open to my path
Is gone so soon!
-These cycles come & go like waves,
Steals near, and then retreats again:
The swing that saves
-& so I swing from fear to hope
Most ev'ry day.
I long, I die, to balance well
And learn to cope,
-But oh! New Year! It's fearsome hard
To find the center
Without collapsing. Luna Love,
Send me a shard:
-Compassion, bravery, fortitude,
Or sweet support
Upon your arrow, now, Clear Moon!
I pledge my gratitude!
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Comments (3 so far!)
Happy new year to your and yours!
- #3324 Posted 2 years ago
It was a rough last year, so let's make the new one better!
- #3339 Posted 2 years ago
This is wonderful.
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