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Click hereThe moon,
which once lived alone among distance
of constellations shining mother clarity
like a hub threaded the spokes
of two worlds vague but gold with hope,
has drifted
in a stately descent of lunar mitosis
to settle in the glow of your eyes,
peeking daffy wisdom, joining questions
to similitude, bearing vaporous honesty
to earth,
where rain or tears nourish the living
loam. So now I see that spring is not
a myth but an issuance, a birthing
of belief straining forth from darkness
for love
replenishes the world when I kiss
the tears released from Luna
or your eyes it’s all the same passion,
budding freed from the cell of doubt again
to grow.
I have a special place in my heart for Lady Luna. "Where rain or tears nourish the living loam." this especially, is lovely. Nicely done.
~Merry
the old zen story about the moon being reflected in a puddle..
Truly touching and sweet and romantic.
A very nice write
Thank you
I also read "the moon has drifted to earth for love to grow." I wasn't sure if it was intentional, but knowing you, I knew it must be. :)
Excellent!
I really like the way the combined starts of the stanzas make their own minimal poem,
and the remaining flesh out each two word phrase.
I only find "mitosis" to be a little moon/d breaking.