Mother sang about the man in the moon.
I don’t understand how he can wax and wane.
Like that maxim “love one another”
seems to wax and wane
if people are others instead of another.
Reality morphs, contorts,
always in flux.
Except for you.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse where today we’re asked to use the word “moon” in our poem of exactly 44 words sans title. Image from Pixabay.com.
lillian the home poet 
You made me think there 🙂 other or another…
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Nice! I love the pondering of “love one another.” All too true!
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The moon is the subject of so many songs, Lill, and yet the moon is just as mysterious as it was to the first humans. All the waxing and waning, the way
‘reality morphs, contorts, / always in flux’ is such a conundrum, it is wonderful to find a constant soul mate – and hang on to them.
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“if people are others instead of another”: thereby hangs a tale! That last line was so unexpectedly tender. Loved it.
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You’re right, Lillian, the moon makes a lovely anchor.
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I loved the last line. The piece can be interpreted as the moon being the only constant or a personal one evoking a lover. Beautiful. I agree, everything else is in flux.
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Everything is in flux, but we’re lucky to find one constant. Lovely, Lill.
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I like this take on the prompt. An intriguing piece. Nicely done poem.
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This is so lovely.
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The moon remains mysterious and we earth dwellers have always been attracted to many phases.
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Love does not wax or wane, it’s just we can’t always see it from our perspective. A lively write
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Intriguing – you’ve made me think. I love the form and flow.
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I could feel the undulation in your quadrille … lovely.
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Beautiful rhythm to the piece 💕
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Love the last line – about the moon being the only constant while reality is changing constantly. Thanks for sharing!
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Excellent, Lillian! ❤
~David
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