As the winds come and go, and the tides rise and fall,
The moon waxes and wanes from night to night.
Emotional turmoil change like the tides,
Controlled by the secrets of the fluorescent midnight sun.
Creating waves, forces with brute strength and flowing beauty.
Waves fierce enough to destroy cities but gentle enough to kiss my feet and wash the stones.
Changing phases, with the same routine but each day different.
Showing my different sides, different lights of myself only to certain people.
Changing colors, from bright elegant whites, to dark yellow, and sometimes romantic yet horrifying soft reds.
The ever changing, untamed moon who can't seem to stay still.
A lunatic by nature, wild and unexpected, I feel like this
for today.
What does tomorrow have in store for me?
I'm sorry, if it seems a bit vague, I can't really think of any myths that inspire me. I ended up trying to think of something to say... I came out with that. Sorry this is kinda a free write
hey its kiara, I'm having a bit of a hard time figuring out who your allusive poem is about-either posiden or atemis. You mention a lot about the waves and tides at first which brings me to posiedon. but then you talk bout waxing and waning so that concludes me to artemis. the moon and different phases all tie into with the ocean so I still need a bit of a clearer definition. Hints like lunatic by nature and the wild remind me of artemis running wild so....it would help to be a bit more specific.
ReplyDeleteHey, I decided to try and figure out another poem. It's about Cassandra, one of Apollos loves, that was given the gift of Insight
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