The Moon Poem by Emma Atkinson

The Moon

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I look to the moon, inconstant that she is,
And ask her why I fell for the sun.
I ask her why she hasn't the curtesy to chase all thoughts of him away
When it is her shift that has begun.
I ask her why she simply watches,
And wonder if it is because she too is half in love with him,
And in the darkness, in the dim,
Through the looking-glass of my dreams,
If that is the only chance she will have to look upon his face,
When she is night and he is day,
And one is present while the other is away.
And in some small way I understand,
In some small way I pity her,
For I have seen the sun once,
And now my dreams are full of him,
But she, as she sits gazing in the sky,
With a smile much like my own,
She has only ever caught a glance.
With her round and ghostly eye.
Her hope is foolish as is mine,
When I have memory, but she is time,
And when I am gone, she will live on,
And dream of him until the dawn.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams,moon,night,sun
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naila Rais 10 May 2018

A lovely poem.. I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me.. Great start... Naila

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Bernard F. Asuncion 10 May 2018

Dear Emma, such a lovely write👍👍👍

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Jazib Kamalvi 09 May 2018

Very impressive write, Emma A. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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