Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Moon At Sunrise

Let her, if you have any heart--
Let her stay by the window;
Such a small sky, and her time so short.

Do you love her?
Still? Like this?
And, do you love me,
Your round glass girl, dying for the coffee, dying for the dark?

Nothing is more constant,
or more inconstant
than the Sky.
"Come," it says.
Then, when the Earth turns, it is like wine in a tipped glass;
It spills, spreads, forgets.

Go chase down the dawn, Sir Knight.
She and I will fade here, demurely, like spinsters;
But come back tonight,
Find us together in a way you can never understand--
Resurgent,
Savage,
and once again
Bright.
_____

And, one more from Mexican Moon...

 

 

15 comments:

nene said...

Love; ...nothing is more constant or more inconstant as the Sky.
The Sky (space) seems to our perception as a constant yet ironically it is ever changing.

I am curious as to what you meant by...Then, when the Earth turns, it is like wine in a tipped glass;(like this symbolism) but the ...It spills, spreads, forgets. ???

I think I know what you meant but I don't want to assume I understand the mind and spirit who bcause of her personl journey has probably transitioned, transported and transmigrated to a realm that is unbeknownst to most of us.

Wonderful piece, Shay.

hedgewitch said...

The way you've done the lines here--they seem panoramic, stretched, and that seems to be the underlying feel of this to me--something that's been stretched to breaking point one too many times, has broken, yet still retains its integrity, and an essence that is overarching. (And it also seems circular, moon to sunrise to dark, repeating.) This one is beyond language, Shay, and into the deepest dark and evergreen forests of the heart.

Shawna said...

Delicious.

This is exquisite:
"And, do you love me,
Your round glass girl, dying for the coffee, dying for the dark?"

Love the imagery of the Earth going liquid.

And those last six lines are killer.

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Kerry O'Connor said...

Do you love the moon? Do you love me, a girl so similar in her ways?

Oh, this is glorious, Shay. Mystical and passionate and whimsical.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Brilliantly written, Shay. I love the earth turning, and the tilted glass. And, at the closing, once again Bright. Sigh. So beautiful.

TexWisGirl said...

like wine in a tipped glass... loved that.

Lynn said...

I love the moon. Lovely.

HermanTurnip said...

I think my mind was working on your poem The Moon At Sunrise this weekend. I'm sure it played a part in my story this week. Damn you.... ;-)

Shawna said...

I just wrote a bit of a gypsy poem, and it made me think of you.

http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/04/22/exercise-shelf/

Cloudia said...

"and once again bright"

I yearn sometimes
to burn bright
again - but
lightning must strike...

*Smile* Aloha from Waikiki
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Isadora Gruye said...

There is a strong whisper that runs through out this piece, and we all know a whisper carries more promise, more power than a poet who shouts at the top of her lungs. Here you have mastered what I like to call retreating magnificence, like the sound of a wave retreating from the shore is clearer and more musical than the sound of it's crashing. This piece builds nicely and crashes, and that last verse sings with retreat. Love love love this. Viva la.

Daryl Edelstein said...

mystical and magical ... and oh so loverley

Mama Zen said...

Those first two lines . . . wow. They jerk your heart right out of your chest. Gorgeous, Shay.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I love that you've taken the moon as a lover, and how you tell the (k)night to chase down the dawn - because contrary to the song, the moon isn't a harsh mistress, she is your own. Very lyrical and longing.

K9friend said...

As always, such perfect images!

Pat
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