lowering expectations
oh my evocative moon
how your passions leave me emotionally spent
leaving me wanting more of what I can’t have
leaving me pretending
underdog contenders slip by the wayside
cosmic currents sweeping them
beneath the carpet
only to be rediscovered when least expected
presented as new darlings of the night sky
lucky stars come and falling stars go
but philosophic metaphors remain in flight
dashing in and out of dreams
like renegade comets bursting at the seams
march two thousand eighteen
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This is very funny. The last stanza especially makes me smile and giggle to myself for some reason. I’m just imagining you almost performing this with sweeping arm motions and side-to-side strides, as if Shakespeare, taking yourself so seriously — but not.
This is my favorite part (because I imagine it saying something kinky, which is a stretch, I realize):
“underdog contenders slip by the wayside
cosmic currents sweeping them
beneath the carpet”
Thanks so much for sharing your comments and thoughts regarding this piece.