Lamentations of a Wayward Moon

You blame me for the tides
……………………(both sides)
even though I have whispered you
that small thing no one else knows:
they’ve got a mind of their own. Be

-ware, they’ll swallow you whole
(or half, waxing or waning or anywhere
in between)

like a gobstopper sky, even as you’re
begging them to stop
……………(don’t stop)
drop and roll you loose
back to sand. Hand to hand
combat with waves
………(with flow, with time)
is sort of ill-advised, but then who am I
to question the intelligencia
of stars? Smudge

your fingers along the edges of this portrait
pining sky, taste its salt. C(h)ase its center
for the places you might hide.

We had a deal, you and I –
I borrow light from brother sun;
you watch me disappear, a ghost
who lets you howl at her,
illuminates your tears.

Day 12 of the Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge. This is the one with all the prompts. 

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4 Responses to Lamentations of a Wayward Moon

  1. qbit says:

    ” Hand to hand combat with waves”. Oh wow. How great is that?

  2. Kir Piccini says:

    ‘Who let’s you howl at her’
    I just love your words. ❤

  3. vhosking says:

    Are you ready for the green moon 🌝 April 20th? 😉

  4. Shawna says:

    Chica, you are so good. I feel like a broken record with the compliments. I don’t know what to say but, You’re awesome, I like this or that line/section, and Hey, this makes me imagine this or that crazy story. Does that get super old?

    I love the title, in which I see way-ward … as in, WAY in the mental ward. So that makes me picture this institutionalized moon, off her meds somehow — and like you’re talking to a staff member about her condition. At first, I think the speaker is a doctor, but by the end, we find out the speaker is the moon, or the patient. Maybe she had a deal with her doctor, to help her escape or something. But the voice gets so crazy, it makes me wonder if the moon is her own doctor — like she has all these voices in her head, hallucinations or whatever, so she’s talking to herself as much, or more than, anybody else in this scenario. Regardless, I think it’s a part 2 of Girl, Interrupted, and I love it.

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