Moon Shine
This one came almost in full just as I was trying to go to sleep:
Winter Moon
The half-full moon
shines through the slats
of my window.
Moon, cold mistress,
untouchable and distant:
My blood falls and rises
at your command.
December 18, 2007
I tend to be very skeptical about the supposed supernatural, but my experience with this poem reminded me of a very lively and interesting conversation I once had with my good friend (and very fine poet) Moira Egan regarding the notion of the Muse. One must keep an open mind....
posted by Greg at 9:47 AM
2 Comments:
I'm not sure why, but the half moon is a more compelling image than the full moon in this poem. Tantalizing, I guess.
Anyway, very nice. A keeper!
Thanks Jim! Hope you're doing well in the New Year.
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