Moonchild

I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.

I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
Apocalyptic....
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..

The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..

I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.


#free verse

157 thoughts on “Moonchild

  1. Reblogged this on Commentary, Outrages, Prose and Poetry and commented:
    And this time I got the sub-blog correct: those who know only Commentary, Outrages, Poetry and Prose deserve to meet this wondrous artist whose words whorl wrapping and unwrapping becomes yet another half-faced look at ourselves across a quarter-million thirty-minute strolls through a moon’s passage to her guilded suitor sun. I have sleeptroubles enow being both morn- and eve-person with so many tied strings saying “what-about-us? The noons and mids compete like periwinkles at the tides, filled with fraught over soups or perhaps a tern’s quick beak and you help me make a vow to live forever each instant come-and-never-gone until one day I am and am not at once.

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