Listening At Full Capacity
A poem about a Blue Super Moon
I can still smell the smoke
Clinging
To the black holes digging their fingers
Into the mountains and valleys
Of my dark denim jacket
And it's too easy to spend time wondering
If I caught any moonlight there too.
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The sky was bleeding last night,
Leaking
Pretty blue rays that turned white
The further my shooting star car
Carried me away from the city lights
And the delicate whispers
Of suburbia falling asleep.
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I stayed up with the moon,
Listening to lunar secrets at full capacity,
Ears shoved into the wind
And eyelashes glued open.
The trees hugged close to the road,
Dipping their fingers into my elated screams
And drew them to their roots for the long winter.
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The chill crept in and soon I was
Crying
Into the open air of a free night.
The childhood dreams welled inside my chest
Until they spilled out the corners of my eyes,
Looking startlingly like moonlight.
The moon had descended
And landed inside of me
Because I was listening at full capacity.
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About the Creator
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Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
Comments (3)
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I love the feelings of escape and connection! That openness is what allows you to fully experience such a grand, natural moment!
Beautiful song to the blue moon.