Luna, AstraA Poem by EboyThe moon, the stars, and light pollution.
Back at the time when
I still let my snot reach my upper lip, I would sit on the low wall that held the earth of the garden (or what remains of it) to the wall of our small home and look up to see the moon and her lovely children. The moon would always radiate a warm sterling light that would always attract me to just look up and stare. I would also see the cracks on her face. No matte how far she is, I could always make out how big her pimple marks were. I muse at the way the stars are scattered. Some were big. Some were small. Some were in groups. Some were alone. Some shone brightly. Others got out-shined. Some were stationary. Others were moving. Still, others were falling down, as if tired from staying up there all night. I have never seen one fall out of exhaustion, though. I would stay there, look up and admire the way the moon and her lovely children light up the dark streets that make them both scary and seductive. I would stay there, look up until my neck becomes sore and I smell the delicious smell of dinner. I would look at the moon and bid her big family good night as I join my own. Nowadays, it's a different story. I never let my snot reach my upper lip. I live alone in the dormitory. My family lives a province away from the city where I study. I am constantly surrounded by the bright lights of the city. I am living a life that is questioned by Heidegger's 1951 paper. The moon no longer radiates a warm silver light. She mourns. A screaming, wallowing yellow hue. She no longer has her children with her. The bright city lights took them away from her. © 2012 EboyAuthor's Note
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Added on February 8, 2012 Last Updated on February 8, 2012 Tags: Moon, Stars, Light Pollution, Home AuthorEboyGeneral Trias, Cavite, PhilippinesAboutI'm no one, really. I write about myself. Basically, my work is my mirror. As it is for all writers. I write what I want to write. I really hope that I could improve my writing by you helping me .. more..Writing
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