Moon Harvest

This moon pulled sea I breathe in
This place between the two
A moving bounce of echoes
That cools a raging rolling fire
Impressively in orbit's throes
Of seasons to admire

To realize the insignificance
Of life in all it's forms
A moon created accident
That caused electric storms
A planet burst to cause a pause
So mathematically pure
A song was born in finite years
To sound the music of the spheres

And on this consequential note
Of myriad happenstance
I met my love and on this boat
We float in sweet romance

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Wow, I really love the thought process in this.. every line has intrigue; the whole piece keeps the reader firmly glued. Artistic and cleverly scribed!

this was an amazing piece.

great fundamentals

great flow, and superb imagery, I always love poems with a good nocturnal tone and undertone, your choice of words fits well as well.

the imparted message is well imparted.

a great piece.

[R J Askew]

Great second verse. Had me thinking about the whole of life's evolution. 'So mathematically pure' is my favourite line. And how many trillions of little accidents does it take for us to be here now...and how many more trillions to actually capture such fine thoughts in wee poems such as this one.

[An Ordinary Woman]

I actually read this last night but was pulled away before I left a comment. Love is grand, isn't it?

[Ed Hart]

how sweet, how wonderful that you came to know, to be, to share...