Seven Moons

Seven Moons

10 October 2016


Space Time squared

Into open palms

The preacher

Begs for alms

Charity mission driven

Otherworldly gains


The remains

Food for the bereft

The basket

Rotten core

Steeped in sin forever more

A splurge in purple



My weakest point West

Where dragons

Find unrest

Gold long forgotten treasure

No breath to measure


Paper planes

Take me to lost forts

Where weak minds

Cast retorts

Like bottles cast into sea

Waves of shortened length


We cross seas

Wavering in winds

Scraping tides

Rocky rides

Destination fleeting point

Shimmering instance


Keep distance

We measure in Pi

Seven Moons

Chanting Runes

Twirling around our playground

Bright merry-go-round


Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy kaoriOgata on

El Aire en mis manos – Carlos Libedinsky

Otra Luna – Carlos Libedinsky

Cuenco – Carlos Libedinsky

18 thoughts on “Seven Moons

    • Ah ah ah, Derrick 🙂 Thank you very much for your kind words. I am very much in the middle between rational and emotional always. In tests done with the organisations I worked with earlier I was identified as neither left brain nor right brain, just middle so somehow this translates into my writing as well it seems and there is almost always a component of rational and one of emotional in it.

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