A poetic journey through my mind

The Moon my Mom

ever changing,
constant patterns,
cold and distant,
or warm and overwhelming,
always bright,
she dominates my horizon.

without her my world
would be endless night.

5 responses

  1. I loved how ended… Thank you, your poetical spirit is amazing. With my love, nia

    April 8, 2012 at 4:12 pm

    • KC

      Thanks. I wrote this one at the one and only open mic. poetry night I ever attended. My mom was there, and kept pushing me to do a poem, so I wrote that down and got up and read it for her. 😉

      April 8, 2012 at 5:33 pm

      • WOW! The story behind this poem is amazing too. You Mother, she is so nice… You are welcome, Love, nia

        April 8, 2012 at 5:35 pm

  2. Like it I like

    April 8, 2012 at 5:05 pm

  3. To be mothered by the Moon at night–wonderful!

    April 16, 2012 at 1:42 pm

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