The Moon
Ascending incrementally below
The sable ceiling of the
firmament,
Emblazoned with a crown of
stars aglow
Like gleaming diamonds of the
opulent,
Or burning tapers ’round a
mausoleum
Does the cyclops of the
heavens loom
Above this rolling luminary
colosseum;
Above this whirling solitary
womb.
Yet, as one drowning in a sea
of black
Descends unto the depths to
meet his death,
The ashen moon swerves
downward on its track,
Diffused in mist, diminishing
in breadth;
A genuflection to the morning
light
Which resurrects and
vanquishes the night.
John Polselli’s poetry has
been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s
Choice Awards. As a poet, John enjoys
composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing
his own.
lovely imagery!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Andrew and Sheikha, for your lovely comments on John's poem. I will send your thoughts to him. Thank you, John, for your continues support and encouragement. Your poem is such an artistic experience. Keep up the good writing!
ReplyDeleteBlessings to all of you,
Karen