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Click hereIt is not by the moon that we first met
and it is not by the moon
that I measure our days,
past or to come.
Our heavens are immeasurable,
invisible to the Copernican eye.
Our stars are for wishing not for counting.
They pull time like taffy between their fingers
and laugh at vertex and vortex and vector
attempts to bind
understand
believe.
We are bound
by something that the sky cannot contain.
We do not follow the moon,
the moon follows us, and I am ready now
new, half, full
for you.
Of all your submissions on these 2 pages, I like this one best. I resonates with me, and isn't that what poetry is supposed to do?
Thanks as
this would be a masterpiece for many poets. for you, eh. lol It's not bad, though. "Our stars are for wishing not for counting" cute line. Stop writing cute!
yea fly, I know that line sucks, I wanted to say something like
qualitative not quantative but einstein whacked me with his violin stick and he made me do it, I swear. and he is not sorry about it either.
thanks for the comments, love poetry is not easy for me.
thanks for being kind :)
That is great, 'the moon follows us' it conveys such a powerful bond and emotion. Thanks