Waning Gibbous Poem by Nika McGuin
Waning Gibbous
Under the waning moon
a yearlong conflict was resolved
In order for these wounds to be healed
they had to first be broken open
the salve - a dose of brutal honesty -
came in contact at the most painful
moment possible, but it had the most potent
impact. Like this, the wounds began to heal
Over a lengthy phone call
the coldest and most secret of words
were spoken, breath that had been held
for decades was finally released
a breathy shuddering sigh shook the room
at once accusations were cast left and right
they flew spiraling between their speakers
until they both confessed their shortcomings
and decided that what they both really needed
was to metamorphose entirely
Under the waning moon
they realized what made it so bewitching -
was the fact that it always changed
nightly, it showed a different face
that night it's face shone pearlescent with calm
a yearlong conflict had been resolved
I really like this poem for the theme and how the story was told. Honesty hurts but as the good book says better wounds from a friend than kisses from an enemy. I also like the analogy in the wounds being rebroken like bones that haven't healed correctly but still function just not at their potential. So you rebreak them in order to set them properly same with this open up those wounds to properly clear out all of the infection be it words, thoughts, feelings in this poem. Finally at the end of it all it was painful but it was needed and now the speaker and the person who they were dealing with have come out of it better people. Truly I love a poem with a positive message. Great job Nika!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:47:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Nika I had a perfectly fine response to this poem inside this box. I clicked and the screen said - you know! - WRONG CODE yada yada yada. Then I got distracted by a BIG THUMP in the hallway. I openened my door and there was the biggest couch I've seen in living memory. I could barely see the two girls moving it. So despite my bad back, I offered to help. We got it down the hallway without another THUMP! They thanked me, I said GOOD NIGHT and carried home my Good Karma! But I forgot what I wrote. I'll do tomorrow what I couldn't do today.