Young Writers Society

I remember
Your folly.
You called the moon
Imaculate
Its color
Pure
Its shape
Perfect
Its caress
Soft
Its light
Eternal.

I remember
My folly.
I took your word
As truth
Without looking
Really looking
To see for myself.

I know now
Your folly.
The moon is not
As I once thought.
As you once thought.
Its color
Ghastly white and bruised
A dead, broken face
Its shape
Jagged
Splintered by dark clouds
Its rays
Hard and painful
Digging into my essence
Its light
Mortal
Falling prey to the sun.

I like this piece and think its good. But why is it under the narrarative poetry section? I think its great and all but I just don't know why it's here...

Thank you!

Yeah, I put it under Narrative by accident, but I don't know how to move it. I think only mods can. (?) So if a mod is reading this, could they purty please with sugar on top move this to Lyric poetry?

EDIT: Thank you!

I really did like this poem too. Just the title in itself is great...folly. FOLLY! sounds like some kind of variation on the slugbug game. lol That's kind of against the point but oh well...

Oh, I loved the last stanza. It's so cool, basically about self-discovery. But most poems like this sound very cardboard-cut out ish and generic. Yuckkkk...this was not the case at all!

good job, skye!

I too love the title!!! Folly...Folly...FOLLY!!! anyway this is a nice poem very descriptive. A little bumpy but nice.