The Moon

[billy]

hi eric, while puzzle poems can be fun, in general they feel contrived.

Fiery-red, milky-white, and burnt-orange am I
Circular-fools, neurotic-halves, wise-courters, and sickle-slices shape me
Liquid-masses bow down to me
Extinguishing my counterpart by transforming light into night
Visibility befalls me as I absorb the Sustainer-Of-All's kisses
Ultimate-compass-of-guiding-light am I actually the north star and constellations arei think
Obtainer-of-measures and recorder-of-essence am I
Chaos enlivens all awestruck viewers while in my foolish-state
Shadows piece together my possession
A maternal-nurturer for, a bringer-of-fertility, and an enabler -of-harvest am I
Sharer am I, with the Daughters-Of-Firmament's-Darkness

in general, it feels overly wordy and carries too many I's i'm sure a lot of thought went into the poem and i think therein lays the problem, the contrivance if you will. the thought behind it is too visible to make it work well.
thanks for the read.