fighting with the clouds to see through inky sky my mind wanders to the last months how many times someone comes to mind when I do not wish it dear will-o-wisp clouds enchant me but still I strain to see the moon and it shows just its slip, straining my eyes for only a glimpse, […]
winter waltz — Are You Thrilled
Here’s the view of the moon from Pleasant Street…
You turn your blonde head away from me where I can still see the shadow on your cheek My naked eye is always looking for your tender skin under all of those garments made in the east the search for you is never tiresome as the loss we turn away from or as weary as […]
Penumbral Garments — jessamayann
Great poem by Jessa!
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The curve of its light on your thigh’s a river,
My heartbeat a cragged peak
And valley path it’s carved
Through fifteen hundred weeks
The western sky’s white but the tiny star’s white’s
Brighter. The bleached day’s bones left for parts west.
On the sky’s other side the hunter’s moon uncrouches
and coughs. It shines off every tin roof of every hundred
Year old house but does not compare to the silent
Ocean of mid-day’s leaf shadows on the back yard’s
Softly swaying grass I saw earlier, so perfect
I pulled a chair off the porch and sat in the midst
Of its going-nowhere motion until I felt the day’s
Balance point precisely: all things moving, everything still.
A few nights ago
Almost-full moon over skidding vapor trail.
A cat on the carpeted stairs.
A street-sign day with no direction.
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First Night in The New House, with Full Moon
The rising full moon fills in
a small cratered crack in the old window
where a stone or BB years ago must
have dug in before reflecting off its loss
As I sit with my son waiting for his breathing
to level into what I know will be dreams
of the many things he will make and be
the moon continues across the sky
and out of the window’s framing (though the moon
in the window cratered out bright and tiny
remains where it is
how like the past sometimes refuses to move)
Overcast Full Moon Night, After Snow
Rain melts snow then turns
to snow: earth slides soft
then stiffens and stills
and disappears under new snow:
Clouds ride endless wind
always leaving: unseen
and unmoved by the mess
and distance, something
of you and I makes its
own slow circle above
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