Dark side of the moon
Droplets form frozen flurries.
Life giving water threatens life,
Crystallizing my insides
Flowing toward death.
Free from the sun is no freedom.
No reckoning of my own could
Set me back on course where I should
Be toward not my homeland of green and blue,
But my home of gold and white.
Author Note: inspired by the apollo 13 soundtrack, and subsequently the movie.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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