watching for hours
slowly, slowly without wings
the orange moon flies
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Tag: moon
Poem 20160113
he had nothing
in his hands to offer
yet she took them anyway
–but my hands are empty
she filled his cupped palms
with cool water
in the dark
they watched
the moon undulate
in his palms
–you have enough
Poem 20151224
white-faced and alone
in the evening sky
this christmas-eve moon
looks lonely
her light so bright
she’s driven away all
but the brightest of stars
who drift outside her halo
just out of reach
i too have felt this melancholy
at christmas
this outside
this feeling
that everyone is connecting
and enjoying the season
except for me
so, i’ll keep you company, moon
and you keep shining
your light may be cold
but we are fast friends
here in the dark
Poem 20151126
everything can use a little editing
a gentle stroke of the pen
to make
what does come out
what should come out
–wait, i didn’t mean that–
would never be uttered again
because everything would be composed
pored over
marked up
submitted as galleys
and approved
before the words pass
carrying less weight
perhaps for the extended process
conversations would stretch
for days
and saying i love you
would take from the first glimpse
of morning sunlight
to when the full moon sinks below
the horizon
Poem 20151115
the moon is a crescent
a lopsided smile
that the clouds roll over
a diaphanous film
that hardly diminishes
its light
you ask then for protection
and i wonder
from what?
but then i remember the kind
of world we live in
i feel like i can’t even protect
the worms that we scoop off the sidewalk
after a rain and we toss them
back wriggling into the grass
so they won’t be stepped on
but nothing is stopping the birds
but maybe it’s enough to get them
back on the grass
and maybe the smile from the moon
isn’t a pasted on cheshire grin
Poem 20151026
in the white moonlight
the cat’s shadow leaps away
–but where is the cat?
—–
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Poem 20150927
we wait for you
moon
only a glimpse captured
so far
while walking the dog
and we had to dare traffic
walk into the street
and peer around a tree
to see a sliver of
fingernail
painted red like it’s date night
only an hour left
before you begin to recede
and you’re not high enough
to see
and my binoculars
are no better than
regular eyes
until you cooperate
Poem 20150828
Holy crap, it’s the Friday Haiku. And since tonight we have a Supermoon™, you know what that means.
as big as a car
a single pockmarked headlight
for my summer’s end
Poem 20150625
outside i saw the moon
well half of it anyway
hanging in the sky
like it belonged there
like it owned the place
not even a whole eye
to watch over the world
in the darkness
but i think it will do
for tonight
Poem 20150616
my dad used to tell me
that if you dug a hole
deep enough
you could look up
and see the stars
but he was wrong
so much of what he
had to say
what he said
or felt compelled
to pass on
was wrong
but he did give me a telescope
i held onto until my own kids
were old to look through it
and we tried to draw down the moon
white and tear-inducing
into an eyepiece
impossible to look into
without shaking
the telescope
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