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To me I am the moon,

People see what they want.

A light side that can guide,

And dark side memories haunt

 

Circling I make my rounds

People set their clock

Illuminating are my visits,

Persuasive when I talk.

 

Strafed and cratered as I am,

Desolate and diurnal

My cycle makes me wax and wane

But I am definitely nocturnal.

 

Silver silent shades of grey

Lifeless as a stone

I wait for another night to pass

So I can lumber home.

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  • 4 weeks later...

I agree with the others that this is a very nice poem, Regel. :-) I think you use the moon metaphor effectively throughout, and that it's incorporated in an original and evocative way. I particularly like the stanza about being "Strafed and catered," as the shape and feel of the moon seem to relay emotional wounds and desolation well. I also really like the reference to people seeing what they want in you, though I wonder if the last line in the first stanza might work better as a seperate sentence beginning with "A"... something in the wording there bothers me, currently.

 

Very well done, once again. :)

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To me I am the moon,

People see what they want.

A light side that can guide,

And dark side memories haunt

 

I wonder Wyvern if I coud have simply changed this to read:

 

To me I am the moon

People see what they want.

The light side that can guide,

The dark side memories haunt.

 

The change seems to improve the flow without disturbing the original thought.

 

 

Thank you all for your kind words.

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