"tranquillitatis" poems

color has fled the sky blinded by the sharp, white sun we drift until we land among chalky ridges devoid of leaf or claw voices of reassurance keep calling after us yet here we have little but ourselves to save us stale water, stale air, dry bread, what little there is if we're lucky, we'll return but for now, we revel in the miracle that we are here and look back upon our sullied asylum stirring with cacophonic frenzy distant, isolated and inaudible

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC

tyrannical-bastard

Mare Tranquillitatis

color has fled the sky blinded by the sharp, white sun we drift until we land among chalky ridges devoid of leaf or claw voices of reassurance keep calling after us yet here we have little but ourselves to save us stale water, stale air, dry bread, what little there is if we're lucky, we'll return but for now, we revel in the miracle that we are here and look back upon our sullied asylum stirring with cacophonic frenzy distant, isolated and inaudible

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A mere flickering shadow of innocence is engulfed by a tidal wave of abominations. Although I have been stolen from the wings of the elements, I perceive salvation in the face of eternal execution, as the sound of the bubbling brook cheerfully communicates to the Mare Tranquillitatis. Oh, cratered regions of death – your guise is blatant, and I have not yet eaten. So, I bow in humble acknowledgement of such treasures of frivolity, and consider the aroma of baked apples. How magnetic is this attraction?

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Jan 27, 2014

Jan 27, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC

david-barr

Stormy Raindrops of Serenity

A mere flickering shadow of innocence is engulfed by a tidal wave of abominations. Although I have been stolen from the wings of the elements, I perceive salvation in the face of eternal execution, as the sound of the bubbling brook cheerfully communicates to the Mare Tranquillitatis. Oh, cratered regions of death – your guise is blatant, and I have not yet eaten. So, I bow in humble acknowledgement of such treasures of frivolity, and consider the aroma of baked apples. How magnetic is this attraction?

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mare tranquillitatis sea of tranquility our place of security, of calm Blue Moon, Moon River across the hall feels 238,900 miles away

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Feb 24, 2025

Feb 24, 2025 at 7:48 PM UTC

melwriteswhat

blue moon, river

mare tranquillitatis sea of tranquility our place of security, of calm Blue Moon, Moon River across the hall feels 238,900 miles away

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