Friday, March 09, 2012

Unrequited

The moon is like a distant love we try
to forget that always seems to reappear
with radiance that dominates the sky,
the moon, so like a distant love. We try
but find we can never deny
the pull of this majestic silver sphere,
the moon is like a distant love we try
to forget, yet always seems to reappear.

10 comments:

Ella said...

I live your beautiful lyrical take on the prompt
Thanks for sharing the info about the moon so fascinating
Nicely done

Jan Freeman said...

Moving poem, Bob. Our companion, like many a memory,is drifting slowly further away

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Glad you posted your triolet at Poets United. Really lovely, achingly so... Peace and moonlit nights, Amy Barlow Liberatore
Here's mine:
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/09/tapestry-in-black/

C. said...

this is beautiful...i love your words.

Matt D said...

I've never thought of the moon this way,
but will henceforth,
it's just as you say ...

Dave King said...

Excellent use of the form. A little gem of a piece.

Daydreamertoo said...

Lovely!
I dread to think what it will look like when China begins to mine it, which is what they plan to do!
We've damaged this planet enough without starting on the moon too.

The Happy Amateur said...

I have a "complex love-hate relationship" with the moon,so the somewhat haunting, unwelcome - and at the same time wanted - moon in your poem makes a lot of sense to me. I like this.

rch said...

Thanks, I'm glad my first triolet wasn't too horrible. Thanks again to Dave for the inspiration on form and Ella for the subject, I've written so many on the moon, it really is a great source of inspiration.

Chrissy said...

Lovely. Ah, mysterious moon that lurks above and inside...