How did the moon feel
when it was left
alone in darkness
to radiate the faded lights
that spilled from day to night?
Did it feel betrayed or dazzled
by the sun?
Did it seek the shade of earth
to sulk?
How did it feel for moon to play
the second fiddle,
to the earth and sun?
And you my friend,
are you the earth or sun,
or maybe more the moon,
pockmarked, hiding, all alone?
Copyright Björn Rudberg
A second entry for my own prompt at dVerse on asking questions.
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September 19, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Beautiful moon, and it is okay that it is pockmarked because it is the moon, just like it is okay for the cat to be fat because it is the cat. Perhaps it doesn’t think that it is playing second fiddle, perhaps it sees itself as the queen or king of the night?
I was taken to a wind whispering to a lost lover. Thank you for this.
A lunatic is more occupied with being related. 🙂
I like the question of the moon feeling dazzled, or perhaps betrayed by the sun. Such an intimidating body to behold. And bemuse.
The moon, I am content to reflect the glory of the sun.
I think the moon doesn’t really care much if she’s alone or at a party. It’s all the same. If you enjoy yourself, being alone can be pretty great. It’s when you don’t like yourself that you have a problem. Am I right?
Maybe you should turn it around and ask the other bodies how they feel with and without the moon.
I actually think you’ve severely pissed off the moon with this poem. I wouldn’t be surprised, if I were you, to find an ocean of jellyfish swallowing that head while you sleep.
I woke up without jellyfish (no horse head either)… but I have apologized to the moon, making the soil of earth angry with me… never try to intervene with a threesome I have learned.
Ha ha ha. That is hilarious.
Well, I’m a firm believer in making every day a clean slate. Let it all go. Let go of it all. See what comes back. If relationships are meant to be, they’ll rebirth themselves forever.
Since night to day
is in a way,
it will be of.
The moon we love.
Beautiful questions to the moon. I love the allusion to humanity.
I like how there is always a third option, sun, earth or moon alone.
Nice description of the moon playing second fiddle. When the moon is full it goes through the earth’s magnetotail and I understand there are measurable changes on it because of that.
A beautiful characterization of the moon. Well dear moon, I love you best.
Reading this poem, Bjorn, I got the impression of the moon as a teenager who has been left out. Nicely done 🙂
Yes a teenager that I wanted.
Yes. For the love of God, don’t include her. She wants no part in this bullshit.
Ha… that’s hilarious. She would dye her hair in blue just to make a statement.
Everyone’s hair is blue now — at school, you know. (Seriously. Even in primary.) So no way. She likes hers black. And she doesn’t join dumbass clubs. She plays chess, by herself.
Quite a bit for moon to handle. I’m sure it’ll have many more questions too:) I hope it stays beautiful as ever.
We want the inanimate to be as alive as we are. Never meant to be alone. Great poem.
Lovely poem, Björn. I particularly like this part
“alone in darkness
to radiate the faded lights
that spilled from day to night”
You KNOW I love this. Especially “pockmarked, hiding” and this:
“Did it seek the shade of earth
to sulk?”
As Kim said… the moon is a teenager
Hmm..I feel I am OF the earth, moon and sun…a particle in the fabric of the universe, yet with powerful connectivity.
Still, an orchestra can’t do without the second fiddle. Nice poem!
Loved the last verse as connection to the human condition. Many are hiding and all alone. I see then daily in my neighborhood in this part of the planet.
lots of lunaphiles here, I see – and I am one. I found this slightly uncomfortable reading – the final stanza added to that – and immmediately had lots of arguments ready, so you definitely started something.
Loving this second take, Bjorn. The moon….so many questions can revolve around it. I love the idea of a pouting moon.
I remember when I was in graduate school, running outside and staring up at the moon the moment we landed on the moon…to stand there looking up and thinking there were actually people up there!