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Just throwing it out there...

Are we going to make a fire? 

There are people who have only been born once 

you see the forest 

and the trees 

are all fastened together

When are we going to make a fire? 

"Make sure to see her after she gets out of the shower, that's when her DNA shines through. "

You're in the cradle and it's rocking

violently

Only this time it isn't your mother

but something vast and white

 some color like sunlight

A holographic sea

with lightning waves

marred with ghost vessels

I want to save

I want to save,

 me. 

Dear firstborn,skin torn

this hot place you adorn

turning sweat into oil

Arriving to where eyelids race

to where houses are space

"I said that woman is the sun"

Laying down my body

just so she could cover me

and make me look better

it felt so good, sun kissing on my roof

I can't believe I'm being kissed by the sun

By the next day

 burned....sunburnt 

 it hurt 

That life giver

ancient and huge

What's it trying to tell us? 

...They say not to look directly at the sun...

What about the moon

we can look at her 

she won't hurt us

She sees us too, 

her expression seems 

 distraught,

at least we can see her

There are those like the sun

We all follow the sun, it's fun

The moon has following

she is blooming at night

when everyone is gone

Reviews

[Sunya]

I randomly picked one poem from your work to read for the first time and gosh you write so well :) its beautiful...i have a doubt though, the last two lines..kinda left me confused..deep :)

[Frontier]

Haha thanks Sunya, you know after coming back to this and reading the ending it does seem a bit out of place...I'll consider it, thanks.

[BlackHorse]

brilliantly lyrically...it moves with serpentine grace but with a violence only passion can yield. there are a lot of interesting phrases and syntax here and a hell of a lot of talent :)

[Frontier]

Thank you for your insightful review!

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

Dear firstborn,skin torn
this hot place you adorn
Firstborn turned his sweat into oil
Arriving to where eyelids race
to where houses are space

First of all I just want to say that this Stanza shook me to the core.
This entire poem is amazing. I love the imagery and the journey. You have a way with words that is just amazing. It is kind ironic that we spend our waking hours under the harsh and unforgiving sun and ignore cool and loving moon...

[Frontier]

Thanks Jessica, glad it impacted you

[Donald Meikle]

would it be good to remember all this?

[Frontier]

If you wish to do so... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the sun is not to be trusted, she gives us what we think we want, and then burns us...the moon doesn't deceive, it smiles down at us in the dark...subtle in its glow, often ignored, but willing to give that bit of light to those whose hearts feel the shadows too heavily.

[Frontier]

Lovely review, thanks Jacob

[Coyote Poetry]

The hot sun can be hard on us. Need the suntan lotion. I like the search and journey in the poem. I'm old and I still don't know my place yet. I believe we need to row with the flow and try to enjoy the new day. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

[Frontier]

Thanks for reading, Coyote :)