Juxtapositions
Revision 19/02/07
Earth EnvyDeep, deep is that purple distrust
that hangs over the moon’s eyes,
an inviting veil in some exotic dance.
She looks out on space
alone
in her craggy emptiness,
rocky barrenness,
at that supple, wet, glorious
green and blue blossoming beauty,
so favoured in colour
by that same fearsome sun
who burns one half
and leaves the other
for the frozen wastes of space.
Moon EnvyShe is beautiful tonight,
in her mottled, gilded, lace,
sewn with precision
never faltering, arc by arc
into orbit.
Serenity pares her eye
then lends it light
unfalteringly.
From bliss, what could she yearn?
This mess of extinction arbitrarily
emerging from fertile soil?
This bewildering organism?
To be locked in the ever-returning,
what bliss!
I find this poem unique in originality. A poem I read and enjoyed.
John
This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: Mar 2 07, 06:13
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