The Moon

[UdoFrentzen]

The moon has passed its zenith,
Descending quietly and evenly,
I pull down the shutters tight
After midnight to calm into sleep
My overactive empirical mind,
Until having analyzed that view:
Why does it glide along so smoothly?

I count sheep: one . . two . . three,
Lightly dozing, asking without guile, -
A look, a question, a smell, a bite
By Eve could never have caused
Such devastating hereditary sin,
Condemning all of us mankind, -
There has to be a missing link.

Counting on: ten . . eleven . . twelve,
One family insists on dominance
Over all members of the group,
One elite is claiming supremacy
Over the entire population,
Enlarging each wider cycle
By deception and mass murder.

Counting: hundred one . . two . . three,
The myth does not explain it, -
But in pious obedience of faith
Not further to probe into realities,
Not to question the authorities, -
Let’s start from scratch and afresh,
What do we have so far on facts?

Counting thousand one . . two . . three,
Stellar clouds contract, burn, explode,
Planetary systems alternate with dust,
A depraved civilization blew itself up
That radioactively mutated DNA
Shot out on millions of comets,
Travelling from galaxy to galaxy.

[Ilka-Maria]

Dear Udo:

That's an outstanding, fascinating poem: A lot to think about. I am also intrigued by your linguistic proficiency.

Best wishes
Ilka

[UdoFrentzen]

for lines 4, 7, 8, 15, 22, 29:
(4) Past midnight …
(7) Why does it glide by …
(8) (15) (22) (29) one . two . three . . (for appearance only)
(29) Counting: …

(German translation maybe in two weeks, -
I'm still lacking proficiencies in both languages)

[Ilka-Maria]

Zitat von UdoFrentzen

I'm still lacking proficiencies in both languages)

Nobody will notice. Your lines sound perfect. Althoug my English is sufficient, I am reluctant to take the risk of composing English poems.

[Richard L.]

"Nobody will notice"


Are you sure of it?

[UdoFrentzen]

The Moon


The moon has passed its zenith,
Hovering, quietly and evenly;
I pull down the shutters tight,
Past midnight, to calm into sleep
My overactive empirical mind,
Until having analyzed that view:
Why does it glide by so smoothly?

I count sheep: one . two . three . .
Lightly dozing, asking without guile, -
A look, a question, a smell, a bite
By Eve could never have caused
Such devastating hereditary sin,
Condemning all of us mankind, -
There has to be a missing link.

Counting on: ten . eleven . twelve . .
One family insists on dominance
Over all members of the group,
One elite is claiming supremacy
Over the entire population,
Enlarging each power cycle
By deception and mass murder.

Counting: hundred one . two . three . .
The myth does not explain it, -
But in pious obedience of faith
Not further to probe into realities,
Not to question the authorities, -
Let’s start from scratch and afresh,
What do we have so far on facts?

Counting: thousand one . two . three . .
Stellar clouds contract, burn, explode,
Planetary systems alternate with dust,
A depraved civilization blew itself up
That radioactively mutated DNA,
Shot out with millions of comets,
Is travelling from galaxy to galaxy.