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Harvest Moon

by Genevieve Sturrock

sitting here in the
black velvet of night
staring up at the sky
counting stars and
making wishes
i can't say
i am unhappy
but happy doesn't
seem to fit either
there is so much
left unfulfilled
doors closed
bridges burned
paths left unwalked
echos still bounce
off the walls
though i have
filled the space
tonight i drink
in the silence
as i spin slowly
looking into the
dark corners
poking at the
skeletons
peeling scabs
and watching
them bleed
reaping what
i've sown
beneath the
steady amber
gaze of the moon

08/11/2009

Posted on 08/11/2009
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maude Curtis on 08/11/09 at 04:46 PM

Very deep. I've felt the same way. Chin up and keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/11/09 at 06:15 PM

Great descriptives in this introspective look at life in these years - not kids anymore, but not done either. Sending you lots of love darlin!

Posted by George Hoerner on 08/11/09 at 10:27 PM

Really very well done lady. It hangs together well and certainly reflects a lot of peoples feelings.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/11/09 at 11:40 PM

You've tied the idea of the harvest (sowing and reaping) in with these contemplations so well, and the steady gaze of the moon gives this a timeless feeling.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/07/10 at 01:14 PM

This poem speaks to me and I connect with it so much so that to make it a favorite of mine is a foregone conclusion.

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