of an uncertain moon
I’m visited
by disturbing voices
drowning my quiet voice of confidence
which whispers reassurance
to calm the worry
that churns like razored knives
in my gut
time can be my deliverance
but time moves slowly
through this thick pooling light
and time’s fickle
under this uncertain moon
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2019
NOTE: Images by: McMonster
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-NjdfOoPK9c
Thick pooling light, uncertain moon ~~~ love the dark vibe of this poem.
Glad this resonated for you Helen… thank you.
Galen was larger than life, outrageous in the best kind of way, sensitive, funny and we miss him.
Sounds like a cool guy Helen, someone I would have liked.
good one
Thank you Joem.
Time’s fickle under this uncertain moon. Great ending to sum up the mystery!
You are most kind Astrid, thank you!
I love those closing lines..,……..they embody the mood of the poem so well.
Thank you foryour kind words Sherry.
I loved how you returned to the uncertain moon at the end.
It’s a circle arrive the moon OE. 🙂
Atmospheric and satisfying as always, Rob.
Thank you very much Shay… :-
A wonderful response, Rob. I especially enjoyed the conclusion.
I love the depth in this poem – both in image and language
This is so poignant. I love; “time can be my deliverance but time moves slowly through this thick pooling light.” 🙂
I love ‘uncertain moon’- a beautiful poem Rob.
I like the use of “uncertain moon”, which seems to make everything topsy-turvy.
It would certainly seem so Sara. Who knows what to expect under an uncertain moon?
The moon is an untrustworthy companion of the night….
Untrustworthy at times, for sure Björn — but always intriguing…
An intriguing idea and title, an uncertain moon… and I love the way you explored it in the poem, Rob. These lines remind me of that weird space in the early morning that isn’t sleep and it isn’t waking:
‘but time moves slowly
through this thick pooling light’.
Yes it does have that essence Kim. I always find those moments fascinating. Sometimes I feel captured in kind of a waking unreal trance, unable to move to fully awaken for a time.
I liked the Doors, Rob. Thank you for this one, it has the sucking in sounds but there is a better one that I like better but can’t remember any more. My favorite was not so subtle as this or the one I can’t remember, is the classic “Baby, Light my Fire!!”.
Here I like the ‘fickle time’ concept, we would be in a mess with that. Like the attempted budget cut that would have shut down all the current ‘atomic clocks’ hanging on walls. WWV was to go silent, the time standard for much of the nation.
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My band used to cover several Doors songs back in the 60’s Jim. I resonated to their surreal essence, like ecstatic poetry. Not always great lyrics, but always interesting — frequently transcendent. I chose to post “Moonlight Drive” because it has a mystical vibe, and my focus was to evoke a similar spirit here in my poem. When one removes the man-made devices, time becomes fluid Jim — uncertain… fickle, passing differently for everyone. More slowly for the young and joyous, more quickly as we age — excruciatingly slow when we suffer. And when the music’s over, turn out the light.
You captured the feeling of anxiety well here. I love the detail of it at war with more level-headed (but still too quiet) thoughts.
Thank you Rommy, I am pleased this touched you!