shall we forgive the moon?

 

The moon is a traitor.
His love is scarce.
He’s not loyal like the sun.
His greetings are not courteous as her’s,
nor lasting.
He abandons us in our hour of need,
leaving us with feeble sparks of stars,
to look after us.
I guess the sight of us nightly bores him
after a while.
It drains his lurid luminance,
so he hides
In sight.
Looking elsewhere,
contemplating in the somber threads of space,
like a monk in isolation.
being grateful,
he's not a human.


But it’s in the gloom
Where wickedness  sits on her throne
Spreading her vile arms,
to touch the dead
and the living.  
Shall we excuse the moon then,
for looking elsewhere!
Will the sun bear,
what he witnesses nightly?

It’s in the gloom
Where virtue lays in sepulcher,
gazing at
the dingy vacancy of souls,
ready to die.
shall we excuse the moon then,
for looking elsewhere!

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

oh that last verse especially is one to savor. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. Gave life to the moon and the sun.
"shall we excuse the moon then,
for looking elsewhere!"
I think we should forgive the moon. Thank you Latifa for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

it turns it`s back on us from time to time,but let`s not forget the sun
will eclipse sometimes..

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was a very dramatic piece. The personification of the moon and all of
your other pieces came to life in my mind. It has a vibration that rings throughout
each line. You did very well at capturing the energy of the ether.