Poetry is more than escapism. It is a companion.
The sort of companion who records your story, and relays it to anyone willing to relive it.
My poetry has witnessed my journey in search of a new realm and beckons you to experience it with me.
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If I could take the moon into my palm I would melt it into cloth And wear it
Like a shawl, heavy and fit Wrapped around my shoulders And woven into my flesh.
I would become the moon I would follow you And bless you with my pervasive light—
Which follows And comforts And loves.
Oh to be the goddess The giver of bliss, And the mother of the children who are kept.
If I could wear the moon The way the trees wear the moon And the waters too
I would take you Unto my heavenly terrain And show you the fruits of my newfound divinity.
If I were the moon The moon would never leave you And you would never again feel loneliness.
I would keep your company, Wash your face in the slow tide, And calm you like the still waters.
If I wore the moon Then everything the moon touched would be mine And everything I touched, would be yours.
author's note—
This one was inspired by the full moon, and a new friend :)
One of the lovelier ideas I've come across on 抖阴社区 is something my friend MatthewD_抖阴社区s does. Which is to reward active readers by dedicating each new part to them!
I think it's a great way to engage with readers as a writer so I'll be doing the same as of today. Our first dedication goes to wamacaroknee who has been active on each part since I started republishing =]
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