“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label moonlight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moonlight. Show all posts
Monday, January 13, 2020
One a.m.
Under an unforgiving winter
full moon
light,
bonded
I become
by these rules,
heavier than gravity
or speculation.
Disheveled sheets show
lasting impressions
in icy blue hues.
The sky reflects
jagged pieces
like a shattered mirror,
Fragmented
by this time
life traces the artwork,
Homer hovers above
A tired lady remakes her bed,
tucking in the corners
mitered under the mattress
as taught-
as if poetic justice
could be concealed by folds
or heat could be
contained.
Art is often a window
to what we are about to be-
come.
Cliches cling to us.
See,
beauty was always drawn to you
in long strokes thick in color
and time-
You would not look-
until Now.
It would always be shown
how moonlight erases any line
untrue
to round forms,
like heavenly bodies
tumbling through
mortal moments
both heavy and light
in alternate perspectives.
Painting by Winslow Homer, 'Moonlight' c. 1874 in Public Domain.
Sunday, December 9, 2018
Photosynthesis
To grow in the moonlight
whispered the purple breeze,
daunting its profundity
in a lilac lilt,
makes for the most sensitive
skin, the thinnest rays
wasted across barren lands.
A tiny trio of skylights
show how syllables
need less volume
when speaking in
moonshadows
across open floors.
Grey becomes more than shade
when the pale moon
was more than enough
to still feel
growing pains.
Artwork by Ohara Koson [Public domain].
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Two a.m.
I wake up early-
earlier than usual.
And I assume it must have been the moon
disturbing my sleep, with its intrusive and
garish moonlight on high
and the ghoulish nightmares
all rising to the surface.
When it finally rains, I am comforted
by the cloud cover,
which will luckily tuck me in tonight
and I should sleep tighter, making for more
muted sleeping conditions
with this welcome addition of white noise
atop clean white sheets.
It pours. It hails. It is dark.
And I wake-too early-
still-wondering
why this sinking icy feeling holds me here,
alert and anchored.
Awake. A constant pull, resistance and an
uprising washes over me, cold chains snap
forcing me violently to the surface,
gasping for air.
My two eyes try to adjust
to the bright white light,
where windows make mirrors
dark pupils shrink in the glare.
And I see, plainly,
it is too early to tell...
Painting by Johan Jongkind c. 1872 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Nightcrawlers
Moonlight dripped wax,
cooled from distance,
now hardened in the corner
of my little eye.
It burns a bit.
It is soft light when I blink...
How grease is easily spread,
superficially diluted in various
concoctions and reeks with a tinge
of petroleum, oh hum-
or pouring out the midnight oil.
I've never smelt a rat alive,
a spiders nest freshly woven, maybe
even minerals misting with moon dust.
The moon always watching her back,
a spy in the sky
she sees it all coming her way.
Meteor-light, star dust,
it was just us, quiet enough.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Super Moon 2016
Shadows at night
where wolves delight
soloists under spotlight
weaves and watches
the carnal illuminators
make mythic obscurities
to taste to night.
The frozen pine aches fixed
posing proper around the palisade
bats swing silently in the eave
while a couple of country owls
seek around in unisong
for the fox that plays the child
while the puma preys, and remains wild.
An hour more magical miscreancy
left to fancy fullness in excess
lavishly luna lends her silver linings
in phantom phases
bewitched but ever grave
over night like this luscious
black sea, velvet
tidings in abundance
this softer sway
to ward
the lite of tapering
day, courtship comes
home.
Image credit: unknown, (source: social media share) account holder anonymous.
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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