The Moon in the ManA Poem by Cyndy Robinson
The Moon, The Moon, The Moon
yellow orb of foolish gold what hides in the diffused light of a mad, mad, moon? Miners pan slivered faces. Sifting curved crescent beds, where night night teddy bears curl in comfort, resting innocent heads. Mother Moon strokes fever's finger across sleep's fetal brow, smiling her sideways, crooked, crescent smile. Quarters tease in a Half''s vision... Halves lie to the Quarters sight... Gibbous glare humps a black cat's warning... Fevered infection rises to an obsession, staking confusion's claim on the Mother Lode, dangling Full in the nite light of the two-faced moon. For Full is only Half, a dark face beams behind a blaze of brilliance; sifting sanity, mining the mind of man. The Moon, The Moon, The Moon yellow orb of foolish gold Beware the dark face hiding beneath the light of a mad, mad moon.
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4 Reviews Added on February 6, 2016 Last Updated on February 6, 2016 AuthorCyndy RobinsonElwood, ILAboutI had poems published in my younger years. Was active in a group called Poets and Writers Literary Forum. Got married, Had kids, got divorced years ago. Am going to retire in a couple of years. I .. more..Writing
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