She is, of course, not at all what I made her.
Convenient and needy, she served very well
As the tangible symbol of an endless ache
To achieve, I don't know, a sense of worth,
A feeling that I actually mattered to
Someone? I did to her. I loved how that
Felt, but the woman herself was shallow
And selfish. She grew tired of being a symbol
For me. She long since has stopped stepping
Into that role, but the ache has remained.
It's the source of my sorrow. I see her as if
She's at once in two lights. The sun's shows
A woman, unmissed, who's not much.
The moon, with its silver, reshapes her
Into who I made.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-02 at 16:47

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Kathy Lockhart
Hmmm...Very tricky. I suppose the lesson is this: The idols we create are as shallow and selfish as we their creators are. After all, do we not create in our own image?

I also enjoy the message in the truth of the sun's true light as opposed to the reflected, shadowy light of the moon and how it can "reshape" what we see.

That moon is a romantic guy though. :)

Into idol worshipping?