Day 15 AtoZ Challenge
you rose with a silver
crescent of a ring and a blood red hue
the other day—
was it anger or passion that you wore?
couldn’t decide for sure
night after night, you rise above
spread a silver blanket—
across urban and rustic abodes—
did it matter to sapiens at all!
you are taken for granted, o nimbus one!
the world has created lights in various forms
yet, there are a few who miss you
on days you don’t make your appearance
who keenly watch the ever-changing phases
that you seem to be a master after all...
is that inconstancy that you speak for?
or is it the change that you vouch for?
the ebb and flow of life that you offer?
anything that he learns or just suffers?
like it or not, you do influence—
in the wails of a lunatic and the howls of the wolves
like the waves in the oceans and its undercurrents.
not to mention artists and poets
who have attributed countless allegations.
you are a witness – silent and surreptitious —
of past, present and the future
the world sleeps when you are up/rise
you see the real man in all his ‘grandeur’
night after night the ghosts enter
to clamour and create chaos—
to loot and plunder, to lust and revel—
to make sacrifices, to celebrate death—
to reign a world that you no longer recognize—
for you still live with the hope of a new-found
land where dreams blossom—
in the smiles of sleeping children,
strewn across the indigo sky—
where flowers and saplings grow in secret spaces
waiting for the eminent rays enriched by your dews.
This poem of mine was originally written in 2018 a couple of days after the Super Blue Blood moon. I am a Luna-lover and I have photos of the moon in my collection and I have attempted a couple of poems earlier as well. So this seemed a perfect chance to edit the 2018 one, polish and refine it a bit. I fine-tuned it after reading the prompt today.
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