The Moon in Me
Changes and whispers
The moon in me is full of emotions,
Contractions of substance,
Mending devotion.
Ever changing and forever moving,
Within and beyond.
Phases upon phases,
Waves and illusions I perceive as flow.
The moon in me has been rooted,
Like wings of an angel clipped and connected,
Impersonating motion.
Ever changing and forever turning,
It's gravitating around my core.
The mooon in me is consumed with fear,
For forgetfulnes and remembering
The ones who were near.
Shades of confusion,
Inducing a profusion of senses.
The moon is me is never stagnant,
Because I am forever changing,
fleeting,
living,
flying,
dying,
shying away from realism,
into a sort of cubism.
About the Creator
Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Full Stack Developer in the making and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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Comments (5)
Great implementation of rhyme and alliteration to draw attention to certain phrases! Lovely!
I think poetry should be your niche , your words has sound Gabby.
A deep poem.
This was so profound and beautifully written! Loved your poem!
Beautiful poetry just like yourself