Poems of a Young Man: “The Moon’s Revenge” (© KPKeelan)


All the little things-

the tiny giants of everyday life

clawed and fanged

and sleeping…




Take a deep breath

and expand like a blowfish,

bulbous and spiked and dangerous…

The moon waxes to full

then wanes- ‘til now,

where its influence hangs in the balance:

neither full, nor new-

just now.




It’s daylight now,

and the possessive moon’s luminous crescent

is being admired by Russians and Chinese.

(Same moon- different language to describe it.)

And they too are unwitting subjects

lives, twisted and sculpted

by factors outside their ken.

But the beckoning moon above me-

in the starry night or not,

still holds me in her jealous embrace-

still teases me like a tormenting lover,

magnifying my little things

until they appear to dwarf the universe!


(11- 21- 79)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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