{"id":2017,"date":"2013-10-11T02:13:35","date_gmt":"2013-10-11T02:13:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2017"},"modified":"2017-07-11T21:11:02","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T21:11:02","slug":"unspun-moon-linda-m-crate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/unspun-moon-linda-m-crate\/","title":{"rendered":"unspun moon by Linda M. Crate"},"content":{"rendered":"

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unspun moon<\/h1>\n

by Linda M. Crate<\/p>\n

creaking beneath the floorboards
\ni am a promise forgotten
\neven the wind can’t whisper my name
\nfearing i might break
\nrecollections are cold, i can’t even remember
\nwho i was supposed to be or the color
\nof my skin; all i know is that i am limping in and out of
\nconciousness, dancing on the rim of obscurity
\nno one can tell me what my name is \u2014
\njust another girl buried beneath the floor,
\ngasping for the breath of white flowers hung neatly
\nordered perfection in a world of chaos;
\nthoughts are wounded as living is,
\nmy perspective is buried beneath the lining of some
\nsilver cloud yet to be birthed into existence \u2014
\nall i want to remember is the topography of a smile,
\nfor i fear i’ve cried rivers into being whilst
\nsearching for myself in the heart of stars
\nmaybe i’m a piece of moon silver
\nunspun and walking, woken for some purpose
\nthat has yet to come.<\/p>\n

###<\/p>\n

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh, but she was raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She attended and graduated from Edinboro University of Pennsylvania with a degree in English-Literature in 2009. Her poetry, articles, reviews, and short stories have appeared in several journals online and in print<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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