dannyboy

people were not 'getting' this poem so I have tried to clear it up. Hope this hgelps. thanks for the feedback people, especially Skylor. I am trying to catpure the mooon here, and its cycles and how it stirs us and why.


Like tea leaves in the night sky.


Flakes of skin,
carry lost dreams,
as light to the moon.

Cells, lost in the transportation
of self through time,
float up to the moon.

Our yearnings; radiant, strong,
expected to last forever, fall
as snow, a gentle blizzard.

Parts of ourselves rise up
to fall upon the silent satellite -
silent, white and clean.

The moon glows in the dark sky;
a memory, a glimpse, a sign
to all dreamers, to carry on.

Penelope

So, what this poem is saying is that we are moon dust? Space dandruff? I didn't read the other ones Danny and feel like I've arrived in the middle of something. *rushes off to read other one*

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gohn67

Hey Dannyboy,
I liked this one a lot better.

The formatting works better for me. I liked most of your choices of line breaks, and you had some nice words to start the lines also.

I especially liked from "silent Satelite/ silent..."

Although I'm not sure I would have understood it had you not had a disclaimer. But I always have a tough time understanding, and usually like a poem based on the words used, images, and how it reads.

I guess the meaning I got out of it was that the moon gave people the hope to continue on pursuing their dreams. It also has a bit of a double connotation with the other type of dreams.

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dannyboy

thank you Penelope and gohn - I think this is getting closer. You are right gohn this is about our lost dreams lighting up the darkness for our future dreams...