Tuesday, January 21, 2020

secrets of the moon


the night draws its own
delicate calligraphy on velvet sky

the flock of birds follow the invisible
lines, bows and arcs 

i roll over the letters
wafer thin as fading leaves & catch

the breeze of winter ice & maple trees-
what is hollowed, whitened out blank page

expands and surges out with fullness-
though i try, i can never grasp 

the moment's infiniteness 
the perfect arrangement of words

and that may be a good thing  
lost in mystery 

you rub stardust on my palms
and whisper your secrets 
                                        to the moon



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - "Secrets" Poetics hosted by Merril D. Smith.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

21 comments:

  1. Grace, this poem is so delightful, and so beautifully written, especially the lines:
    ‘the night draws its own
    delicate calligraphy on velvet sky’
    and
    ‘though i try, i can never grasp

    the moment's infiniteness
    the perfect arrangement of words’.

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  2. I do think one of the reason we love the moon is that will always keep the secret we tells her. Sometimes I wish friends can do that, just listen and keep silent.

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  3. Oh, this is so beautiful. What lovely, delicate images. Thank you for sharing it!

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  4. I really like the ethereal imagery throughout your poem, Grace.

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  5. Some things we may never grasp as we look onward and try though

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  6. I like the ending about rubbing stardust and whispering secrets.

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  7. Your poetry always flows effortlessly from my eyes. I wonder is it effortless from your fingers. Beautiful!

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  8. This is writing inspired by moonbeams. Stardust and secrets are what poems are made from.

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  9. Oh how I love this..."i roll over the letters
    wafer thin as fading leaves & catch the breeze of winter ice & maple trees", so rich in imagery. The ending is so light and magical.

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  10. tender and gentle. the macro descriptions tickle my heart.

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  11. Translating the cosmic moments one witnesses to the paper is at times difficult Grace. I wonder how you are able to consistently accomplish this.

    Today you provide an escape for me and all that weighs on my mind. Thank you.

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  12. So gorgeous. I especially love the opening couplet and this section:

    “i roll over the letters
    wafer thin as fading leaves & catch
    the breeze of winter ice & maple trees”

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  13. you rub stardust on my palms
    and whisper your secrets to the moon

    How we desire to communicate directly to a faraway destination of great distance. Wonderful imagery, Grace!

    Hank

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  14. Like floating on the breeze and reading the sky.
    These are the lines that resonated with me most,
    "though i try, i can never grasp

    the moment's infiniteness "

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  16. A beautiful poem, Grace. I do love how you take us on a most memorable night journey in the sky.

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  17. Grace....you have an exquisite way with words, always.
    In this poem, for me, most especially the first stanza and the last three lines are absolutely beautiful.

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