Saturday, August 13, 2011

Serendipity in a paradox # 9

Give me a full moon:


New moon, fresh sky, meteors flash to the naked eye.

Crescent sickle, piercing slate, a hanging handle to galaxy's gate.

Dark-masked half-moons, denying hidden blues.

Gibbous waxing full and ripe, fruit of loin and rounding high.

Ah, the moon's full-faced and seasoned, alive and vivid with clarity and reason.




(The moon is full tonight, unfortunately blocking the meteor shower view with its light.  There is beauty in a night with no moon, the crescent can be startlingly sharp and star-catching, the half-moon can change it's face, the full moon lights the night world, but obscures the milky way.
   So, enjoy all the stages of moon-viewing.)  
Which moon moves you the most?  Why?


4 comments:

  1. nice...beautiful capture of the moon both in pic and in verse...the moon is certainly magical

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  2. Ah, can't wait until Poet's Night Out, with treats and tales and hugs and regales.....(is that the wrong use of the verb?)

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  3. Look to the Lady – small when begun,
    full at the half, small again at the end –
    phases that waxing and waning transcend,
    for Her crop’s not what’s grown
    though it is what’s been sown:
    She glory’s in doing, not what’s been done

    =  = = = = =

    while gone 
    from my sky

    the ink dark
    moon

    calls
    seas in me

    to their 
    greatest tides

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