Moving On

The liquid light of the crescent moon 

Fades in with silver clouds 

The dark blue sky stretches 

Frozen in time. 

 

The prairie wind brought fresh air, 

Bringing the scent of pale rose petals 

From across the world. 

 

A dancing red like flickers across the horizon 

A harmless flame, now 

A growling fire. 

 

Golden fingerprints dance in the sky 

The grass burned and charred. 

And as the rain begins to pour, 

The flame dwindles in the night, 

And the cries of hatred and pain 

Echo across the land. 

 

I turn my back on the nightmare, 

Making no move to help, 

Because I know that they were strong 

In the beginning 

And what grows from the ashes, 

Will be a worth more than  

What had been destroyed. 

Reviews

[silentLIGHT]

Nice metaphors, I really liked this read.

I wondered at first why it bore the title it does.
But in the fourth verse it struck me.

It's always a struggle to move on, as it is to watch your known world fall into ashes.
knowing you have to rebuild creates the opportunity to improve.

The imagery is strong, great job!

[Emily]

Thank you so much, I appreciate your review so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it so immensely!

[SpiceCookie]

Beautiful poem. You really described how it feels to move on! I loved your metaphors. You did a very good job writing this meaningful read. Keep writing! :)