By: Dennis Greene
State: WA
Country: Australia
Moonlight
it is the moonlight that deceives.
darkness confines us, keeps us on the roads,
and in safe places touched by headlights;
it lets us know the foolishness of entering
wilderness, the chance of coming undone;
on moonless nights we wait for sun.
ah but the moonlight:
turning the long pale grass into an ocean,
dry river beds to roads of sand and stone;
and the half formed thought that war is an
excuse for being cruel, into a lie for why
I looked away when the questions came.
that night:
we lost ourselves forever in the ocean,
bogged the two-five* in a lake of sand,
and heard, for the first time, the thud
of rifle butt on bone that haunts me still.
Copyright © Dennis Greene 2000
*a Mercedes Unimog 2.5 ton 4 wheel drive truck.
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Comments: Sometimes looking away is all that saves our sanity and sometimes it buries us in a morass of confusion and uncertainty.
Intriguing point you're making here, as always.
Name: RhymeMaster
EMail: rhymer01@thewritersnook.c
Comments: Mr Greene, once again you stagger me (quite literally) for words. masterful dialogue, quite epic proportions.
Well written as always. Loved it-ml Doug Poole
Name: Doug Poole
EMail: Doug@visual.co.nz
Comments: tres bien- Masterful-
Name: val magnuson
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Comments: So simple and evocative. Your poetic voice sounds so natural, and I do enjoy your work.
Averil
Comments: And that is how it is! Experiences of the darkness, mysteries of the unknown, and chasm of the deep.
Those universal elements that straps us all. This poem grips you. very deep. Thanks for sharing.
Name: zz
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