Clarity in nocturnal night rides
Solace in my solitude.
Off to pursue the moon
Her perfect sphere so full,
So Luna blue.
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“This chapter draws to a close too,”
An inner voice of realism whispers.
“Midway between naïve tourist // cynical expat.
Days spent no longer so curious.”
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Round the unstoppable clockwork
Of my lucid head
Spin seeds of prospect –
Sown, in germination;
Pensively in a trance I watch the
Tyres beneath me make
Revolution upon revolution.
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For some time these
Wheels have voyaged
Across foreign terrain sans map.
How bizarre in an instant message
They’re directly imbued with direction?
Back on track
Am I to assume
It is predetermined?
Fraught with crooked bends,
Fractures and drawbacks
To throw me off course
Lose sight of direction.
In time returning –
A sense of self reinforced.
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Time artfully edges
Further from my side,
I pursue instead of befriend it
Stride after stride.
How can I persist with
Futile efforts to ignore
The expiration of days
Inescapably nevermore?
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So, I savor these final night rides
The solace in my solitude
The wistful pursuit of the moon
Her perfect sphere so full,
So Luna blue.
I like the pensiveness of this poem.
A wonderful thing about art is that it’s both a mirror and a window. A window in the sense that, you have the opportunity to look into someone else’s mind and world. A mirror in the sense that, in that, you often tend to see reflections of you. The first verse of this really spoke to me, reminding me of all the time I spent riding my bike around the streets of Chicago. I often rode by myself and quite often at night, appreciating the quiet and solitude it offered. Nothing but the sounds of my wheels on the ground. Chicago is such a big city, but in my life there, I felt like I’d ridden down every street. I’d go try and get lost. I couldn’t.
I love the line “so luna blue.” It’s such a beautiful line that, I think, is a perfect reflection of the beauty and sadness of the unknown in life’s direction, which was my take on the essence of this piece. Beauty in la luna, but just a little blue. Love the way you set it up in the first verse, then bring it back in the last. Great work.