#PoeticReflections

[arscaelestis]

Dystopian Moon: Revelation of a Dream

Upon the farmhouse stoop we stood, beneath the azure gaze, Where Luna's sphere in daylight hung, a celestial maze. With continents and briny deeps, so stark against the blue, A sphere estranged from astral norms, presented in false hue.

"They've aestheticized the moon," he spoke, a statement darkly cast, A tapestry of power's weave, dystopian and vast. A projection in the heavens, where truth once freely roamed, Now an orb of grand deception, in silent sky it domed.

I turned away, a heart awash with anxious, pounding tides, Into the shelter of my abode, where uncertainty abides. "Why dost thou flee?" the shadow asked, a specter in my wake, Yet no solace found in walls that breathe, no refuge there to take.

The world outside, a stage of veils, where puppeteers convene, To drape the stars and script the clouds, to mask what must be seen. And we, but actors in the ruse, with sightless eyes we dance, To tunes composed by hidden hands, in ignorance's trance.

What doctrines sown among the rows of intellect's vast field, Are but the chaff of phantom minds, in gilded falsehoods sealed. The ruling kin, with threads of myth, weave cloaks of night so sheer, To swaddle firm the minds of men, in cradles wrought of fear.

And so we question bedrock truths, foundations turn to mist, As phantoms rule the firmament, by alchemists' own twist. Reality, a whispered dream, that slips through grasping thoughts, While overlords in silence scheme, in cryptic shadows wrought.

The moon, a sentinel of night, now cast in doubting role, Reflects the turmoil of our souls, the chaos of our whole. For what are we, if not but pawns in grand celestial play, Where truth is pawned for pageantry, and night consumes the day?

Our spirits, restless, seek the dawn, where certainty might dwell, Yet find ourselves on checkered grounds, betwixt our heaven and hell. The wool, so thick upon our eyes, obscures the paths we tread, With every step, the ground gives way to more doubt's web instead.

So in the dream, the moon revolved, a symbol of our plight, A globe of artifice so vast, it shunned the natural light. Yet in its counterfeit rotation, a truth begins to cleave, That even in constructed lies, the heart will still believe.

Arouse, arise, O slumbering minds, and cast the veils aside, For in the light of piercing day, no shadows can abide. The dream, though heart to heart may race, a truth within it vies, To question all, to seek, unveil, the truth behind the lies.

---------- Backstory:

I had a dream last night, wherein I found myself on the porch of a quaint house nestled in the heart of the countryside, with verdant fields stretching into the horizon. Beside me stood a figure whose identity remained shrouded in mystery. Together, we gazed upwards, our eyes drawn to the moon that hung in the broad daylight sky. This was no ordinary moon though, it boasted distinct continents and vast oceans, mimicking the Earth's surface, complete with delineated national borders akin to those on a terrestrial globe. Unnaturally, it rotated, offering a panoramic view of its transformed facade.

I remarked to my companion, perplexed, "That's impossible. We only ever see the same side of the moon." His reply was cryptic yet revealing, "They've aestheticized the moon." The implication was clear, what we beheld was nothing more than an elaborate facade, a mere projection in the celestial dome.

A wave of unease washed over me, compelling me to retreat into the sanctuary of my home. The man inquired about my sudden disquiet, but before I could respond, the dream dissolved, and I awoke. My heart raced, the anxiety from the dream lingering like a shadow, refusing to depart even as I returned to the waking world.

[adriftpoetry]

Whispers of Resilience

In shadows cast by fleeting years, I danced a waltz with grown-up fears. A childhood lost, a heavy toll, In whispers of a wounded soul.

While friends frolicked in youth's embrace, I bore the weight of life's swift race. Responsibilities draped in gray, Innocence lost, dreams put away.

Through corridors of fleeting time, I walked the path, a paradigm. Family struggles, finance woes, In the garden, a lone flower grows.

Childhood's laughter, a distant sound, As I navigated life unbound. Maturity forced its early bloom, In the twilight of a borrowed room.

Yet strength emerged from depths unknown, A resilience in seeds I'd sown. The sunsets painted on my face, A canvas etched with quiet grace.

Oh, how I longed for carefree days, To chase the sun in playful ways. But duty called, and I replied, A grown-up heart in a child's stride.

In dreams, I sought a lighter flight, Yet anchored by the struggles, tight. For every tear that marked the night, A star was born, a guiding light.

So here I stand, a soul mature, With tales to tell, hardships endure. Though youth slipped by with fleeting grace, I found my strength in life's embrace.

For in the crucible of strife, I forged a deeper, truer life. And as I gaze at the stars above, I thank the trials that shaped my love.

-adriftpoetry

[art-for-the-home-and-office]

"Challenge the notion that 'Greed Is Good' with this satirical poem that playfully mocks the mantra of excessive avarice. Join me in a poetic journey that unravels the folly of relentless pursuit, as we explore the comical side of insatiable desire. Let the verses tickle your conscience and provoke a thought or two about the true essence of prosperity. Share a laugh and a moment of reflection on the absurdity of unbridled greed. 🤑📜 #SatiricalPoetry #GreedIsNotGood #PoeticReflection"

[journey2womanhood]

Inspiration is everywhere , look again. What is your gift to the world? Can u guess which one I wrote. #poeticreflection #instaquote #blackexcellence #humpday https://www.instagram.com/p/BrBoKHdBVVO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1df4nwxsutspn

[littledaisylove]

What a yummy little sweet I could give myself a treat-

No!

Stop that right there

Oh, right.

They say if eat too much, I will be fat fat fat and nobody would like like like that

Because girls who have rolls rolls rolls are supposed to die forever alone.

You see what I just did?

I just let it be

And did my own thing

Because liars liars liars end with their pants on FIRE

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[alionunleashed]

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[etheauthor]

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[nik0n-l0ve]

Rumi : What have I ever lost by dying?

I spent millons of years in the world of inorganic things as a star, as a rock... Then I died and became a plant-- Forgetting my former existence because of its otherness Then I died and became an animal-- Forgetting my life as a plant except for inclinations in the season of spring and sweet herbs-- like the inclination of babes toward their mother's breast Then I died and became a human My intelligence ripened, awakening from greed and self-seeking to become wise and knowing I behold a hundred thousand intelligences most marvelous and remember my former states and inclinations And when I die again I will soar past the angels to places I cannot imagine Now, what have I ever lost by dying?

[journey2womanhood]

Proud member of @blackorganizingproject. Thank you for appreciation award for my leadership on Arts, Culture, political education committee and may we continue to organize and find common ground. #BOP #poeticambassador #Justwrite #poeticreflection (at Black Organizing Project) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs1YswghF84/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10u93zz98tr69

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[journey2womanhood]

Writing is dry cleaning for my soul. Why we write and what stops us from writing #MFAreflections #poeticreflections #poeticgoddess #ariesjthepoet #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writingprompts #proseworkshop #millswrite https://www.instagram.com/p/Bas8aNDFCDs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=w9hjsp4j2acw

[journey2womanhood]

POETRY N THE PARK this Sunday. Just Write, refresh and get your creative juices flowing at the 2nd annual Poetry in the Park summer writing series. All ages and writing levels are welcome! Bring a blanket, journal, something to write on and a snack to share. #writingmedicine #poetrynpark #justwrite #poetrycommunity #writersworkshop #poetry #creativity #poets #poeticreflections #ariesjthepoet #poeticgoddess #write @theblackbayarea (at Oakland, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmZ2KwPFNLa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i4h7np3s8sn3

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[alionunleashed]

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[alionunleashed]

"Enjoy the journey, for the path that lies before you is of your own creation.. Where it leads is up to you, own it.." -A Lion Unleashed #InspiredQuotations #Free2BeUniquePoetry #AndThenThereWasYou #PoeticReflections #Her #LifeQuotes #MessageReceived #ElevatedExpressions