Understanding – Page 2

Waning And Waxing

I often look up at the moon when I chance upon it in the night. Nothing to me is so beautiful as that bright orb hanging there in the sky, alight atop the clouds. Perhaps one day I’d like to go up there and see what it’s like for myself. Until then, I offer a prayer to the goddess Luna and her many blessings. Please enjoy.

Luna

As the clouds slowly waft

over a brightly waxing moon,

I stand here

under the light of an unopened door.

My two shadows do battle,

but not I

do they rattle.

I find myself within a hallway,

one of my own design.

I find myself within a hallway,

where an architect decided to resign.

The door to the outside,

much like the door to further in,

takes me someplace

that I might like to go.

I think of that ancient, pockmarked surface of Luna,

her many hills and ridges

devoid of life and love

but perfect in their stillness

and her majesty.

Forever does she battle

in contest with the sun

and the stars.

Eternal guardian of the night

and the tides.

Her temperament predicts the rise and fall of civilizations,

so easily does she command the dark, dark waters of Earth, our Terra.

I offer this prayer to Luna,

that one most graceful body

of a goddess most revered.

As the tides wash over you,

so too does change.

Flown The Coop

Do you ever feel like maybe you need to slow down? To stop and feel the sunlight and remember the way it feels to be a person? Take a look outside and remember the way the rain feels. Go outside and feel yourself in the puddles and leaves. Remember.

Rainy Day

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the rain.

Not so much looked at it,

but a long time since I really saw the way it hits the grass

and the way it always wets my shoes last.

I haven’t sat in the rain,

watching as it falls

and thinking of all the other times.

So many other times.

I haven’t walked in time with waves of water

crashing up against the buildings

and the concrete.

I haven’t been protected by a tree,

o’ great men that stand upon the earth,

feeling warmth amidst the mist around me.

I’ll sit here staring out the window

with nothing to do

and finding that when morning comes,

I find myself

in every drop of dew.

Can’t Wait To Live It!

Afternoon, everybody! Got another fun little poem for you here. Please enjoy, friends.

Can’t Wait To Live It

It just doesn’t make any sense!

That’s all I’ve got to say.

So many times I’ll say it

in exasperation!

Wearing a dunce cap,

i ask again,

“Why doesn’t it make any sense!”

I find no answer in the empty space around me.

So why do I continue to float around in empty space,

asking questions of the stars,

stars who might never answer?

Well what else would you have me do?

I’ll float and float until I’m found

and then I’ll tell my story.

They’ll write books and songs about me!

They’ll never know the best parts of the story!

I can’t wait to live them.

How Does It Add Up?

Good morning, all. Today is going to be a damn good day, I feel it. There’s a lot to look forward to and little to look back on. Please enjoy a poem that probably won’t make much sense unless you really think on the words. Please enjoy.

Sum of It All

When all is lost and all you’ve found

is in the lost and the found,

I ask but once,

wherefore do you plunder?

When there your body is torn asunder.

It’s time to leave,

it’s time to go.

With the morning

comes the whitest doe.

Visions of peace and plentitudes

that bring about new platitudes

and leave us wanting more from life

amidst the ashes come from strife.

Bering sea,

bear the sea

and come upon the Holy See.

Be found wanting

by the taunting.

Rise against the ashes

and effervescent attachés.

The day is come

to sound the drum

and hear the final sum.

Come One, Come All!

Evening, everyone! Apologies for the late post today. Had a busy one the past couple days. I’ve got something I think most of you should relate to, especially those moms in the audience *wink*. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the poem, mon amis. Sleep well tonight, and feast in the halls of giants!

Tired

So tired

can hardly lift my eyelids,

and yet,

there I am at the top of the mountain,

screaming out my lungs.

I have so much energy,

and yet,

I am so tired,

just so god damned tired.

I don’t hurt.

Not like before.

I ache.

A dull, lasting, resounding ache

that reverberates through my bones.

Oh, how it all feels so…

wrong.

It has been a good day today,

and yet,

I am exhausted.

Down there in my core

nothing awaits the rising or the setting of the sun,

no thing at all.