Hold the moon carefully,
it’s very fragile
so easily broken
by the human touch
just like the earth was broken,
just like the earth is broken
by that same touch.
Perhaps the world ends here
its tears falling like autumn leaves
to its end
with a whimper.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: Poetry – Lynn White and Facebook.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
With a whimper, not a bang
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Lovely, but I hope the earth fights back and just shakes us off. Then it can lays back and bloom without us.
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