Marc Mannheimer

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Silver Crescent - Poem by Marc Mannheimer

Crescent moon,
and a star, adjacent, almost in its pocket

Silver sliver
opened up and out
to the silent, velvet sky’s Northeast,
the star (almost) in its cradle

Is this some sign,
perhaps,
that Mohammed spoke of?

And why is it here this morning?
Does it herald in
a day of fortuitous possibilities?
Or does it warn
of tempests and tumult,
calling us
to summon our courage,
to resist, to stand strong
in the midst of temptations to come?


(I saw a crescent moon one morning... well, this is the story...)

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Comments about Silver Crescent by Marc Mannheimer

  • (10/15/2007 4:10:00 PM)

    Or...maybe a moon is just a moon?
    Your question, however, cannot be ignored.
    Neither can such excellent writing.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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