My poem is partially in honor of the lunar eclipse and partially from my heart. I'm tired. Good night. (My poem is below the picture.)
The Day Fourteen prompt for PAD:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “If I Were (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles might include: “If I Were President,” “If I Were Smarter,” “If I Were a Little More Sensitive,” or “If I Were Born on April 14.” If I were you, I’d get poeming about now.
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| Do You See the Woman in the Moon? |
If I Were a Moon
I wouldn’t be a man at all—just eyes
of a woman with eyelashes thinned
from witnessing your life of seclusion.
You, surrounded by glass stemware, red-filled
evenings with those you call friends,
blasé about every plump and luscious cell
pumping through your skin, pretending
not to be universally selfish, caring
only for trendy atmospheres they breathe
and eat, scuffed wooden stages, lipstick-
stained pages of sheet music left behind
in dressing rooms. They live unaware of existence
beyond their Friday nights on earth, nonchalant
about you who I love and adore, bitter about the space
you call home. Now I’ve drifted away—
we’ve never been. We can be nevermore.
I wouldn’t be a man at all—just eyes
of a woman with eyelashes thinned
from witnessing your life of seclusion.
You, surrounded by glass stemware, red-filled
evenings with those you call friends,
blasé about every plump and luscious cell
pumping through your skin, pretending
not to be universally selfish, caring
only for trendy atmospheres they breathe
and eat, scuffed wooden stages, lipstick-
stained pages of sheet music left behind
in dressing rooms. They live unaware of existence
beyond their Friday nights on earth, nonchalant
about you who I love and adore, bitter about the space
you call home. Now I’ve drifted away—
we’ve never been. We can be nevermore.
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