Moon

I didn’t notice the night had gotten so old

As I looked up from my typewriter

My only light was the glowing moon

Sitting way up in the midnight sky

I heard the wind pick up and the clouds rumble

On this night of winter

 

On this morning of winter

I get up when the fall is old

The floor rumbles beneath me

And shakes my typewriter

The sun is trying to warm the sky

But it cannot defeat the power of the moon

 

I gaze out the window and I see the sun and moon

Out comes the Queen of Winter

Sitting in the cold sky

She was last here when the fairies weren’t old

I wrote on my typewriter

She made the town rumble

 

Her voice made the Earth rumble

As she whispered to the moon

My words fell off the typewriter

I was enveloped in winter

The sun’s light was getting old

I see stars in the sky

 

In the beautiful sky

The sun began to rumble

It was weak, old

From fighting the battle of the moon

I wave to the Queen of Winter

As I sit by my typewriter

 

I drop my typewriter

And it startles everyone in the sky

On this bitter day of winter

The echo becomes a rumble

I bid the sun farewell and say hello to the moon

For the day is getting old

 

My old house and my black typewriter,

The moon in the sky,

All endure the rumble of winter

Author's Note

This is a type of poetry called a sestina.



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Reviews

[Chaos Complex]

Amazing personification. I could visualize everything happening in my head so well! Your writing is unique and intriguing as always, Emma.

[imawriter]

I drop my typewriter
And it startles everyone in the sky

I can just see and feel the heavenly bodies jump in surprise! I love this poem!

[Andrew Wright]

Brava... brava.

[Stephan E. Weller]

Wow very interesting. I really enjoy it awesome

[cfix]

I love this write, Enjoyable to read.
I like the form, well done!

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I loved the imagery that you've created here! The piece rolls with a flow of humor at the same time weaves emotion as the path that it rides upon. I like how with each stanza it takes the poem from the moon and stair steps it down to a grounded reality.

Tara

[serpent]

outstanding imagery...what a wonderful picture have you painted, dear poet!
I am stunned! Sun,moon and stars are commonly used by almost all the poets...however the way you have narrated the story using these 3 is beautifully anamolous...i am not sure if i have got the deep meaning of this piece... hence i choose not to say more..
as a piece its captivating!

[Jeff Bresee]

Clapping... I love this.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. No weakness. Just strong poetry. I like how you described the sun falling to the moon. I like the ending. I like the cold days of winter. Gives me time to write and think. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Wow . . .
So breathtakingly, remarkably beautiful.
Excellent work on the imagery. ^.^