“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, September 15, 2019
Light-years
The mid-September moon
rests its heavyset bulb over in the West,
while the new days sun
stirs behind the
Eastern shoulders.
The sky mixed the lights
just so-
-no conclusions could be made
mid-stroke.
What feels inexplicably
right about certain alignments
gives us false hope
that the observer ultimately
affects changes.
There is more in a moment
to grasp
than our primal hands
can hold onto.
The season changes
its mind-
even if,
the movements
were always the same
-the differences became too small
to notice
the rate of spin
unravels
in astronomical units.
Painting by George Hemming Mason, 'Harvest Moon' , c.1872.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Afloat tonight
Light,
light feather
as a
chit for chat
idle, chew the fat
nonsense
weather
whether
I fear
I cannot hear
(the talk is too small)
-It's your call-
(don't answer)
rhetorically,
what if...
light-ly
Light
as an **IDEA**
wham-bam
Thank You
shhhh
(snores
ignored tonight)
Up like the moonlight
I'll be
Light
light
as ignite
(that's right)
Incite-I might try
to light your fire
a spark
gleaming
in the dark
Light-years
away...
(Please,
keep your beacon bright for me).
Image By NASA/Scott Kelly over Italy from ISS[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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