A Poem by Gregg Hake
Moon tracks along the ground,
Lighting ponds and rivers.
Stretching, bending, tracing shapes
Made by shorelines far below.
She pulls at the oceans,
Creating tides watched and measured
By mariners and landlubbers
Since the beginning of time.
Earth glides through space,
Invisible reins steady her course
While her passengers shuffle to and fro
On land, by sea and in her airy envelope.
Fire burns deep within her core,
Giant plates like cranial sutures,
Rub and shift, changing her features
And reminding all of her mutability.
All the while man wrestles with his soul.
His purpose, hidden from sight vexes him,
While earth and moon march rhythmically onward
Awaiting his next command.
Gregory Hake 
Very well written, I like the ” She pulls at the oceans,
Creating tides watched and measured
By mariners and landlubbers
Since the beginning of time…”
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Thank you, Lana.
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Beautiful poem!
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I enjoyed this so much, especially after gazing at the captivating full moon last night!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful writing and great imagery! Thanks for sharing.
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Really beautiful poem, thank you.
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Wow that was wonderful.
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Beautiful. You painted a picture with your words and created a yearning for connectedness with the source of the powerful force you describe . Do you have more you’ve written?
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Thank-you.
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Beautiful- a man of many talents indeed.
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Excellent…thank you for sharing it with your readers.
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