The moon will get more blurred, not less
And more and more I'll look in vainFor edges
And reasons
Old errors lose their lines and shapes
Leave flashes, not whole cyclesThere are peaks
And troughs
I see how all is blending thick
Mixing, slurring, soup-of-lifeingIs it done yet?
Is it right?
I stir, I eat, I look, I sleep
I dream of moons that fill the skyWith brightness
With courage
Rachel Fox, Scotland
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Born and raised in the North of England, Rachel Fox now lives on the Angus coast in Scotland. After school she studied languages and then proceeded to work in a random series of jobs (with lots of no-job breaks in between). She has worked in advertising , market research, retail, education, journalism and as a DJ in a lot of sweaty nightclubs. Currently she works at home looking after the family and writing. She has written poems since about 1997 and been telling people about it since about 2003. She has published poetry postcards and reads her poems in public regularly, most often at the Folk Club in Montrose. Always a huge music fan, some of her poems have been turned into songs with tunes and they often form part of the performance somehow or other. Her first book 'More about the song' was published in 2008.
Her website is www.crowd-pleasers.net
Nice poem
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I enjoyed the power of the words, but also the shape of the poem as moons change shape.
Nicely done, I love the concept of 'moon lines'.
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