Catharsis

The catharsis of the moon comes easy;

All she does is pull the waters,

The tears of phases, together

That with lenient execution

Kiss the vast cheeks of the land.

For miles they run,

The feelings of the grand lady,

For as long as shores are virgin,

Her sadness will have a plan.

My private pain feeds on chance

To slide off me like a droplet

Pitiful and small and docile,

Betraying its past wave form.

I have been reduced to crescent

And my arch-like heart much trembles

If forced to in haste expand.

With naivety long gone

Dry and weak is my catharsis,

Unlikely to plunge and harm,

To liberate and to heal

The nights my lone self collected.

If there is moon in all us women,

Then I’ve lost my given part. 

Reviews

[Pete]

Very deep and beautiful. Smooth flow. Many wonderful lines - favorite - "Kiss the vast cheeks of the land". Excellent job.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you. I like that line too :)