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2001 The moon is the source
of poet's dreams
lighting upon rooftops
and floating in streams.
It wraps us in
it's romantic mystery,
but do we ever stop to think
and wonder about it's history?
All it is
is a cold dark rock
containing no life;
this may come as a shock.
And now you wonder
who could this be?
Shouldn't a poet spin for us dreams
not harshly write out reality?
I am not a poet,
nor never will be.
The only thing I am guilty of
is that I write poetry.
THIS IS
ANOTHER
POEM
OF MY FAVORITES
"All it is
is a cold dark rock"
That reminded me of a lyric I translated from Japanese anime, the song "Upside down" from Kaitou Saint Tail:
Darkly, without a sound, in the dust of space
the moon floats along. It's just a round stone.
Its whole true form is probably that.
^_^
"All it is
is a cold dark rock"
That reminded me of a lyric I translated from Japanese anime, the song "Upside down" from Kaitou Saint Tail:
Darkly, without a sound, in the dust of space
the moon floats along. It's just a round stone.
Its whole true form is probably that.
^_^
I very much like that last verse. You have created a perfect picture, and meaning.
I think you get your point across very well. I interpret it as an analogy/metaphor between the moon and the poet: in our minds they are initially symbols of beauty/aestheticism but on closer examination have a bleak/empty quality.