Cursing the Moon

 

 

 

 

Cursing the Moon

 

 

Casting a feather of unknown endeavor

Down on my knees at the edge of this world

Reaching for stars as I fall into never

Cursing the moon as its light is unfurled

 

Picking a flower then watching it linger

Till it is dead as it sits in my hand

Hearing the calls as I flip them the finger

Done in a nice way so they’ll understand

 

Pushed into traffic with headlights now glaring

High beams or low beams they all seem the same

Hiding my head from pedestrians staring

Sitting in jail, I am losing this game

 

Withering fast like that bloom I did mention

Turning to dust with no tears by my side

Shouting at shadows to get their attention

Hearing the howls as I’m running to hide

 

Drunk on the thoughts of a peaceful existence

Sandpaper sighs cause my feelings to hurt

So comes the time that I make my decision

Hold my head high or return to this dirt

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Blue]

I like this, Jack. The word play is just brilliant.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great metaphor, so many good lines stuck in the traffic of this poem...giving the rest of the lines passing by, the finger.

is that my cell ringing? excuse me i have to take this...sorry i'm not paying attention to life..why are you cursing the moon...did i do that?
now the pedestrians are all staring at me...

i reacted too much to this poem.

[Jack...]

Thanks Jacob...better answer that...it could be important.

[Angela L Garratt]

Wow, what a wonderful poem. Shouting at shadows to get their attention. What a brilliant line. I could read this poem over and over and never get bored.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Angela. I appreciate your kind words today.

[Mark]

'sandpaper sighs' I can just imagine what those sound like. LOL heard a few of them in my life. Nice rhythm to this work, it's dark and powerful.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Mark.

[Brittany Zedalis]

Awesome poem. I love how it rhymes and flows.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Brittany

[Baby Ricochet]

This reads a lot like what happened to me the last time I drank Tequila.

[Jack...]

Happy to bring those memories back my friend. Thanks so much.

[Rita L. Sev]

The cynic inside has crept out in this write, Jack - clear and cathartic, I hope. Head held high is always the way...

[Jack...]

Some days I'd just settle for a head that is high....ooops did I say that outloud? Thanks so much Rita.

[Frieda P]

Opt for hold your head high it's no damn fun in the dirt....full of angst, usually the moon invokes romance in your poetry, what's up doc Brock? Great read, as always Jack, just makes the sides of mouth go down.

[Jack...]

Sorry about that, never want to see you frown my friend. I just let the picture do the writing. Thanks so much for your kindness always Frieda. It really makes my day when you visit my world for a little while.

[Angel]

So, the Prince of Romance is mortal, after all...
Wonderful poem, my friend...cutting me to the marrow.
I love it...

[Jack...]

Yeah well I hear there is a new prince in town, so I had to let the dark side sneak out a little. Thanks so much Angel

[Angel]

Competition?
Oh, dear....

[Raymond Federle]

A very nice modern piece..well done! :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Raymond