The crescentic phase of being.

The crescentic phase of being.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the jackal of reason
preyed on thoughts
of the innocence,
now shredded,
seeds of hope
are now withered
on the redemption of time.
Still, the silent moon looks on
in the cold contemplating, 
a thousand years from now,
pondering....
why the man in his moon?

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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is this man in his moon, Damien?

maybe...i am reading Strangers by Dean Koontz...and one of the key element in the plot is the Moon...and characters are saying "the moon, the moon, the moon...and not knowing why---

maybe that man in the moon is cold and manipulative and not the soft light we think he is.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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