Asking for the Moon

Asking for the Moon

A Chapter by Constance-Outspoken
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A conversation with myself

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Exposed to sunlight, at first I bask in it
upturning my face, eyelids closed
begging, softly, silently for radiance
to caress every pore, every cell...
Then I find my mind wandering


Time has been forgotten and beauty
begins to torment me, unnoticed
until I discover I've been singed red
as I retreat to cool shadows in pain...
Yet always, at sunrise, I yearn for more

Would you be my sunshine then? Or
shall I learn to liken you to the moon;
underestimated lamp that guides
glowing unobtrusively, lessening dark,
controlling the tides within, tenderly

Is moonlight, by default of being tamed
any less beautiful than the brilliant sun?





© 2010 Constance-Outspoken



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Indeed. I love the revelation of the last two lines. I love the interplay of shadow here, of warmth and intimacy, of having too much sun and needing a bit of moon ... you express the depths of the soul that cry out for definition by the touchstones of our days, the sun as guide, but the moon as compass ... your lines here are tactile and immediate, while maintaining a philosophical and abstract distance that invites the reader to bring their own meaning to the piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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i really love this write

Posted 7 Years Ago


I loved the tender beauty of your words, moving across the landscapes brought alive my sun and moon, likening one light or another to character and personality. I love to walk (day and night) and I could sense the depth of your words expressing such rich emotion. Wondrous!

Posted 7 Years Ago


This was a very exquisite and beautiful piece. Simply yet effectively expressed. I think what you were trying to express is finding beauty in what others overlook, finding meaning in the things that they overlook because it doesn't stick out. Kudos:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Nice work...your thoughts have captured us within that comparison of sun to moon to life to relationships...

as within your expression

Would you be my sunshine then? Or
shall I learn to liken you to the moon


a very enjoyable read of thoughts through poem


Posted 7 Years Ago


Love the whole poem, but this verse particularly...

Would you be my sunshine then? Or
shall I learn to liken you to the moon;
underestimated lamp that guides
glowing unobtrusively, lessening dark,
controlling the tides within, tenderly


to me this speaks of how the one we love will touch us in ways we never thought possible with thoughts we never would have ever imagined...

you are one true poetess.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Very smooth poetic flow
with expressions of anxious love

This piece was very soulful
and very beautiful to read

Great work Constance love :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


I love how well this folds together, how the sun and moon compare to things in my life. The sort of writing this feels like is a reflection of your own thoughts and feelings, but in turn I can also see my thoughts and feelings reflected in it.



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Indeed. I love the revelation of the last two lines. I love the interplay of shadow here, of warmth and intimacy, of having too much sun and needing a bit of moon ... you express the depths of the soul that cry out for definition by the touchstones of our days, the sun as guide, but the moon as compass ... your lines here are tactile and immediate, while maintaining a philosophical and abstract distance that invites the reader to bring their own meaning to the piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Who wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KS



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