Sunday, January 27, 2008


more than i imagined

i am lunar spheres, crests jagged and cooled.
like threadbare linen     wrapped round old wounds,

i lay still beneath melted beams, feel his breath
trace beginnings in places long forgotten.

he is water coursing through tributaries
into lakes of grey and blue stripes
over smooth stone.

like new rain dancing on ancient grounds,
floral yawns and sprouts take root.

i am lunar spheres, crests made smooth;
his breath traces beginnings
in      places i want remembered.

*for deb who has an affinity for moon poems. :-)


qualcosa di bello said...

these words remind me of the deep thought found lying in moonbeams in the middle of the night...

Anonymous said...

I, too, have a thing for the moon; sometimes, I'll look at it and a few minutes later forget what I'm doing.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the moon too and this is lovely, I like the 'places long forgotten' becoming the 'places i want remembered'

Pearl said...