The image of a second moon as 'borrowed day' is stunning—and the shift from harvest to hunger, from myth to moral urgency, cuts deep. That last line is a quiet call to action.
Could you please checkout my writing, where should I work on? I want to improve my writing.
Meg, good morning. As I have gotten older, I have come to feel that there are certainly unfairness and injustices in this world that cannot be overcome by individual effort alone. But at the same time, I still want to believe that kindness and a willingness to share with others remain in this world. 💝
Your sonnet captures a tension that appears throughout history: scarcity is often less a question of supply than of distribution, stewardship, and human choice. The image of a second harvest arriving while people remain hungry gives the poem its moral weight, because abundance alone does not guarantee justice. I was especially drawn to the "thirteenth light" as a symbol of possibility beyond the systems and calculations we assume are fixed; it suggests that imagination itself can become an act of resistance. Thank you for pairing poetic beauty with a challenge that refuses to let readers remain comfortable.
Thank you! It’s a preoccupation of mine. I was at Whole Foods close to closing and the amount of food that gets thrown away is criminal. People with $35,000 handbags walking past people sleeping on the street.
“The night with myth no almanac has told.” Gorgeous. This poem is a movie with a blue moon over the ocean with the reality of human suffering (and infliction of suffering) juxtaposing the potential for peace the tide is trying to give us.
It is fascinating how it’s a ubiquitous truth about the feminine and the moon. As if there’s an old tale about the first humans and how they cycled through life so consciously of the wider world around them. 💕🫶
Such cool use of language! I especially liked this line “a tide no counted month can ever hold,
the thirteenth light, the mother-dark, that rides”
Thanks Andrea. I appreciate you taking the time to read and share your feedback. 🙏🏻
Wonderful, unique imagery and metaphors: “the thirteenth light, the mother dark…” 🖤
Thank you! I appreciate you taking the time to read and share your lovely comment.
The image of a second moon as 'borrowed day' is stunning—and the shift from harvest to hunger, from myth to moral urgency, cuts deep. That last line is a quiet call to action.
Could you please checkout my writing, where should I work on? I want to improve my writing.
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Your poems are so deep. It just happens every time I read them. I think about it so much. Your poems should be studied in schools
That’s generous of you to say. Thank you for your kindness and taking the time to read and share your feedback. 🙏🏻
Meg, good morning. As I have gotten older, I have come to feel that there are certainly unfairness and injustices in this world that cannot be overcome by individual effort alone. But at the same time, I still want to believe that kindness and a willingness to share with others remain in this world. 💝
Thank you for feeding the spirit-- in multiple ways-- with this poem.
What a lovely thing to say! Thank you 🤍
Your sonnet captures a tension that appears throughout history: scarcity is often less a question of supply than of distribution, stewardship, and human choice. The image of a second harvest arriving while people remain hungry gives the poem its moral weight, because abundance alone does not guarantee justice. I was especially drawn to the "thirteenth light" as a symbol of possibility beyond the systems and calculations we assume are fixed; it suggests that imagination itself can become an act of resistance. Thank you for pairing poetic beauty with a challenge that refuses to let readers remain comfortable.
Thanks for taking the time to read and share your generous, thoughtful, and poignant feedback.
What struck me most is the contrast between abundance and scarcity. The world has enough, yet so many go without. Powerful poem.
Thank you! It’s a preoccupation of mine. I was at Whole Foods close to closing and the amount of food that gets thrown away is criminal. People with $35,000 handbags walking past people sleeping on the street.
Thanks again for reading and sharing.
“The night with myth no almanac has told.” Gorgeous. This poem is a movie with a blue moon over the ocean with the reality of human suffering (and infliction of suffering) juxtaposing the potential for peace the tide is trying to give us.
Thanks Natasha! I always end up doing so much research for each poem. The moon being associated with the feminine across cultures is fascinating!
Thanks again for taking the time to read and share your thoughts.
It is fascinating how it’s a ubiquitous truth about the feminine and the moon. As if there’s an old tale about the first humans and how they cycled through life so consciously of the wider world around them. 💕🫶
It is! 🤍
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With thoughts like these, we want the blue moon to return more often 💙