The Moon's reflection
fits in a brick well,
taking me back to the
original question.
I dream that I'm the first mortal.
I walk barefoot
gazing at galaxies.
The solitude of primitive earth
numbs me with unbearable cold.
The breath of our Creator
blows the tides of the oceans
and I feel the first awe.
Creation unfurls into a mathematical universe.
Space generates stars,
the Moon is a platinum oval.
In the luminescent waters
I descry the Original Cypher.
I'm no longer afraid.
I am the Cypher, the Moon and the Stars.
In our patio's well,
the question and the mystery.
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I was intrigued...
by the image of the moon in a well. It colored the whole of the poem for me. I imagined the first sentient being looking at the reflection of the moon in a pool of water and the wonderment of it; beginning the story of human kind and where they came from. ~ Geezer.
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Thank you, Jerry, for coming
Thank you, Jerry, for coming over to comment. I wrote it long ago, perhaps while still at university, because we studied cosmology. I went to uni when I was in my forties, so that would not be THAT long ago!
I remembered the old brick well on an estancia that my father administered. The well was in the middle of a pink tiled patio and one could really see the moon inside it.
The rest is imagination.
Regards to you and Lynda, keep safe.
Thank you, Gee, for
Thank you, Gee, for commenting. It's a bit of a stretch of the imagination, but there 'tis. Perhaps I could fit the pool of water into the poem, you've given me a good idea. Will think about it, thanks so much.
Gracy
wow you just blew me away I love the anaolgy
Thank you, lynn. Did I really
Thank you, lynn. Did I really blow you away? Nice of you to say so, sending good vibes from Argentina, keep safe.
The Moon
Hi, Gracy,
How magical - " I descry the Original Cypher." For me this line escalated the entire spiritual experience!
Thank you,
L
Thank you, Lavender. I don't
Thank you, Lavender. I don't remember how that occurred to me. 'Twas long ago, this poem. Yes, it's spiritual and I'm glad it reached you.
All the best. xxx
Hello Teddy, thanks so much
Hello Teddy, thanks so much for reading and commenting. I remember the moon shining in a well that was in the patio of an old ranch house.
From that memory, somehow this poem was born.
All the best to you and your family.