It takes one glance
up to the sky
on a full‑moon night
to realise
that we mean nothing.
Yet in constellations far away
and in the tiniest snowy flakes
there is a harmony
we keep on crushing,
nurturers of entropy.
We’re only here for a while,
without even knowing why,
we should begin to unwind
this tangled clew of lunacy,
for you can’t buy eternity.
Tag: moon
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Moonlit Meaninglessness
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Heartthrobs’ Coquette
The moon just hid,
she took offence,
it’s not my fault
you’re a superstar,
oops, satellite,
Lady Cliché,
my tongue just slipped,
très désolée.
Cheers to Astolfo,
is he still there?
Tell something riveting,
I want to know
how you were born
and how long ago.
Why don’t you show
your own dark side?
What do you hide?
Something obscene?
Wish I could see
ton côté interdit. -
The Forgotten One
Gazing out of the window
I see a moon almost full,
round, perfect and beautiful,
yet it exerts nothing poetical.
For centuries, she’s romanced
lovers, poets and prisoners,
there’s not a single word to add
about this object over-sung.
But we don’t talk about Pluto,
dispossessed of its title,
soaring in lonely isolation,
universe’s disinherited son.
I often think of you,
old enough to have been taught
you’re a planet, not a dwarf,
once you were not the underdog.
I hope that dancing with Charon
brings you solace in excommunication.
You’re of endurance a symbol,
the allure of the unknown.
The student sitting in the last row
might be the calm, smartest one,
not quite fitting into a role
tailored for just showing off.
Cosmic & Uneasy 