The moon wore a black patch over her eye and the right side of life
squinted, and the hole in the whole of the world grew dim. The sea darkenened holding no grief inside, moon breathed her last of twilight.
I watch as the moon gives up...abandoning herself.
I see nature going into eclipse, robust, full-in-heart, whole,
in total darkness.
I feel the warmth of her love as she pulls up the comforter of surrender,
closes her eyes, rolls down her silky black lashes, and lets go the light.
I watch the moon die. In the squinting of her eye: crucifixion in one exhalation
of acceptance. I watch the moment in the moment... when the moon shrouded in black, yet completely overlaid in golden light, sighs and silently says goodnight to me.
A contest entry
- Free Fall by Peteskid.
700 points, ended September 12, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh such scope and drama, sounds like an occult of the moon and in imagery a finality, and the moon may never open her eyes again; remarkable; excellent expressive writing here, wonderful word choices. Thank you for this fine entry into the contest and best of luck in the judging...PK
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