"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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.
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Grace, this poem is so delightful, and so beautifully written, especially the lines:
ReplyDelete‘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’.
Lovely images!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is so beautiful. What lovely, delicate images. Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteI really like the ethereal imagery throughout your poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteSome things we may never grasp as we look onward and try though
ReplyDeleteI like the ending about rubbing stardust and whispering secrets.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry always flows effortlessly from my eyes. I wonder is it effortless from your fingers. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThis is writing inspired by moonbeams. Stardust and secrets are what poems are made from.
ReplyDeleteOh how I love this..."i roll over the letters
ReplyDeletewafer thin as fading leaves & catch the breeze of winter ice & maple trees", so rich in imagery. The ending is so light and magical.
tender and gentle. the macro descriptions tickle my heart.
ReplyDeleteTranslating the cosmic moments one witnesses to the paper is at times difficult Grace. I wonder how you are able to consistently accomplish this.
ReplyDeleteToday you provide an escape for me and all that weighs on my mind. Thank you.
So gorgeous. I especially love the opening couplet and this section:
ReplyDelete“i roll over the letters
wafer thin as fading leaves & catch
the breeze of winter ice & maple trees”
you rub stardust on my palms
ReplyDeleteand whisper your secrets to the moon
How we desire to communicate directly to a faraway destination of great distance. Wonderful imagery, Grace!
Hank
Such beautiful images!
ReplyDeleteLike floating on the breeze and reading the sky.
ReplyDeleteThese are the lines that resonated with me most,
"though i try, i can never grasp
the moment's infiniteness "
Gorgeous imagery, Grace!
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ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, Grace. I do love how you take us on a most memorable night journey in the sky.
ReplyDeleteGrace....you have an exquisite way with words, always.
ReplyDeleteIn this poem, for me, most especially the first stanza and the last three lines are absolutely beautiful.
Delicately beautiful.
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