Tristis

Why must the moon be woman

And wane her virtue at times?

Why can she bid sea’s tides

To mimic of hearts their sadness?

Solely on the stage of night

Despair as water comes wash

Over my mind’s sandy vastness.

Watch it ebb,

Loyal to where it’s from,

Mixing with new formed foam

To once again bathe my land.

Cheating water that recedes,

Sadness that swears to subside

But cannot decline the moon

The only mirror she wants.

Why must the moon be vain

And crave reflection in tides?

It occurs to me she is dead

About feeling and intent

And I am the lunar one. 

Reviews

[Pete]

This is very interesting and well done. The sea & moon always seem to be mystical and capture so much of life so well. I wrote something very similar.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you. Glad you find it interesting. And yes, I find the moon very mystical and enchanting, and thats why I write about it so often.

[V]

I love the moon and I adore the way you included it. Highly metaphorical and rich in descriptive expressions. You confront the reader with philosophical questions formed poetically. The first two lines are my favs, a strong beginning which slightly decreases as the writing develops but that could be intentional. The title is chosen very well too.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you. There is something so magical, mysterious, and regal about the moon that inspires me to write about it. In literature, it has always represented women due to its paleness, delicate appearance, and mood swings (phases) hahaha :) and you are right, I usually save the ultimate strength of my poem for the first and last lines.

[V]

That's a good thing to do. The moon def has female traits, I wrote a poem, a rather sensual but also raw one about it, as well but many months ago. ...You're welcome.