Paul Liebert

A Waning Crescent - Poem by Paul Liebert

Above there is a crescent moon
Full sail in starry seas of dawn
The rosy morn arrived too soon
Erotic splendor virgin spawn

An ordinary silver plating
Of early morning lunar glow
Shone above and through the grating
Across the field and on the plow

Uncanny sense of being watched
Has penetrated human clocks
It's read our minds and drunk our thoughts
And left us stranded on the rocks

And later by the light of day
Our actions colored crescent painted
Affected actors in a play
Our falsely colored movements tainted

By rite of their celestial flight
Or some unyielding circumstance
Where god and goddess least polite
Perform in some unholy dance

Oh creator of chaotic this
Admiring thyself in reverence
Whilst basking in thy resonance
Dost thou gloat in insignificance?

Topic(s) of this poem: moon

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014

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