Quiet in bed, I overheard
the moon’s low voice
telling the shadows:
Stay clear of her. She is mine.
Do not drift close to her body,
do not slide into her mind.
All night, every night
in my childhood and beyond,
she beamed her light.
Shining white, or silvery,
sometimes gold, she filled
my uncurtained window.
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Quiet in bed, I overheard
the moon tell
100 thousand million stars:
This one is poetry. Her
we guard through the night,
saturate with our light.
Later, when troubles came
and griefs could not be denied,
the moon and stars endured.
Their light ignites my torch,
called poetry – which illuminates
and transforms all shadows.
Full moon photo: © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2018
Note: It is estimated that there are about 100 thousand million stars in our galaxy.
Written in response to Friday Writings #10 at Poets and Storytellers United.
The moon and the stars are light-giving muses! How wonderful is that. The moon is hiding behind clouds tonight, but when I go bet I will conjure her in my mind--the stars, too--in hope I can overhear them discussing poetry and more.
ReplyDeleteI really like this one, Rosemary. It left me smiling.
I'm glad. And without your prompt, it would never have been!
Delete"This one is poetry"... oh how I love the voice of that moon!!! I need to borrow it for a bit for my square of sky! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm sure she would say the same things for you!
Delete"the moon and stars endured..." The moon and the stars are out constants, very much always there,' even when it is cloudy or daylight whe we can't see them. And when we can our assurance is recharged.
ReplyDeleteI like it, Rosemary, I hope you can tell.
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Thanks, Jim, I can! And you understand it too.
DeleteMagnificent
ReplyDeleteAffirmative
Captivating
Delighted you found it so!
DeleteLovely piece Rosemary which speaks so tenderly to the essence of the poetic impulse... Great!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott.
DeleteI love this enchanting piece of moonlight filled magic. How lovely it is to be in deep communion with our most powerful muses.
ReplyDeleteYes it is!
DeletePoetry...no greater light anywhere, ever. Awesome work. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAhh! You said it!
Delete"This one is poetry" that's quite a refrain rosemary, to have poetry as a shield, very well said
ReplyDeleteThank you. And what a shield it is!
DeleteA beautiful poem, Rosemary .. beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helen, so glad you find it so.
DeleteThe constants in our world---the moon and the stars, ever present and restorative.
ReplyDeleteIndeed they are.
Delete"this one is poetry"
DeleteHow wonderful.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine Rosemary
Much love...
Thanks, Gillena!
DeleteI like poetry transforming all the shadows
ReplyDeleteI do like to think poetry is transformative, and always find it a solace for the various kinds of shadows one may encounter.
DeleteOh, yes! Poetry does transform darkness into light!
ReplyDeleteYours is a case in point!
DeleteI love the tenderness in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you. A lovely word, 'tenderness'.
DeleteI love lying in bed with the window open, a special treat when the moon is there. The winter sky is especially lovely but too cold of late, or I too lazy to bundle up and venture out
ReplyDeleteIt's still nice with the window shut but the curtains open.
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