The Moon - This one is actually to my Ex 0f 28 years.
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The Moon - This one is actually to my Ex 0f 28 years.
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I am the moon
Radiant, elegant, graceful
Romantic, inspiring, guiding
People look up to me to guide them in soul-searching and to give advice
Admire my beauty
People on Earth look up to me for help or sheer delight
Everyone mingling, bound to collide with their soulmate
But I'm estranged from the planet, with stars my nearest companions
Little insignificant balls of gases--intangible
Beautiful from afar
Marred and full of craters up close
Who will find beauty in that?
Most don't appreciate the light I provide
Others do
But the light isn't my own
I simply reflect the sun's light not having enough power and experience to generate my own light
I slowly reveal myself and on rare occaisons totally expose myself for the world to see
Other times I completely vanish and turn invisible and no one seems to notice
Except when it's marked on a calendar
I want to belong
I gravitate to Earth, I'm falling
Yet the force is enough to push me away
Keep me running in circles to constantly help others
Always making appearances for others
When will I be able to rest, for me?
The sun will burn out, but I won't
But then I won't be beautiful anymore
Just a ball of dust full of dents.
This is an old poem I wrote when I was about 18. I haven't written much of anything in years, but I came across this site and I've been inspired. However, I figured I'd make my debut with a poem in reference to my username. © Nov 2010, Kay Ortiz
Radiant, elegant, graceful
Romantic, inspiring, guiding
People look up to me to guide them in soul-searching and to give advice
Admire my beauty
People on Earth look up to me for help or sheer delight
Everyone mingling, bound to collide with their soulmate
But I'm estranged from the planet, with stars my nearest companions
Little insignificant balls of gases--intangible
Beautiful from afar
Marred and full of craters up close
Who will find beauty in that?
Most don't appreciate the light I provide
Others do
But the light isn't my own
I simply reflect the sun's light not having enough power and experience to generate my own light
I slowly reveal myself and on rare occaisons totally expose myself for the world to see
Other times I completely vanish and turn invisible and no one seems to notice
Except when it's marked on a calendar
I want to belong
I gravitate to Earth, I'm falling
Yet the force is enough to push me away
Keep me running in circles to constantly help others
Always making appearances for others
When will I be able to rest, for me?
The sun will burn out, but I won't
But then I won't be beautiful anymore
Just a ball of dust full of dents.
This is an old poem I wrote when I was about 18. I haven't written much of anything in years, but I came across this site and I've been inspired. However, I figured I'd make my debut with a poem in reference to my username. © Nov 2010, Kay Ortiz
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“The Moon - This one is actually to my Ex 0f 28 years.,” Lawrence Catania's Omeka, accessed April 1, 2025, https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/items/show/3987.