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You, the wonder beyond the world
by H.M StevensI cannot conceive you, moon
Beyond a glowing half held disk
An absconded sound and gravitational thrust
unsymmetrical mass distribution, in fond of,
oceanic tugs from nighttide tranquility
in between sun struck violation and midnight warmth.
I wonder,
how those craters emerged from quixotic reconciliation
dark hyperbole and stinted relativity
An arcane history shattered by snooping sleepless minds
that once riddled for endless flat terrain;
In hopes that her land could roll into stardust and colorless unknown space
who, in twilight, you know so well.
An acquainted visage, that inscrutable stoic,
untouched even in transcendence, from which they arrived
As hush-rush quickly they departed.
Bottle hand full of your crumpled reminisce
We danced wildly over your scorched orbital brush
But moon,
I cannot create you
Amidst time-less obscurity greater than allegorical construction
recoiled in the heart that neednt throb,
for rejoiced incandescence..... 12/06/2003 Posted on 12/08/2003
Copyright © 2025 H.M Stevens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/10/03 at 10:39 PM I am known to read too much into poems, but the images here call for it. I see this as disillusionment. Dissolving the myth to find fact only to wish that you had never dissolved the myth to begin with. Then try to remember the time before fact and recreate it --only to become frustrated and resentful because what was lost can never again be attained. (That's how this verse affected me.) Many layers and many ways to read this. An awesome thought-provoking work. |
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