46 Moons

by Maple Tree   May 8, 2016


I wasn't surprised-
getting lost in the shuffle
of young.

Smells of fancy cologne
and cheap whisky left
me whispering salted
nervousness,
but once I stepped
onto that dance floor,
confetti falling down-

I remembered
what true beauty
can be birthed
after forty six
moons of breathing....

I've still got stars in my pocket.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Andrea, I love this. It goes to show us 'oldies' can move to and probably better than some of those younger ones as well.

    Take care, Em

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello Andrea,

    46 moons is an intriguing title. Is it one moon for each year of life? I presume it is. Much less obvious than 46 Springs or 46 other annual events. Lol

    The poems theme about aging mixed with optimistic hope is well portrayed. The realisation of being amongstt the young and feeling somehow inferior , but then the twist of the dance floor, magic happens as snow confetti falls...

    The reminder that the future is bright and anything is possible. Make a wish and scatter that star dust.

    Well done, a lovely write.

    Take care

    Michael

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Edit: repeated post.

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Edit: repeated post.

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Edit: repeated post.