Thursday, April 5, 2018

In Judgement



I have tried to do
As I should.
I have tried to be good
In this miracle of you--
This sphere of sea and stone.
We know we're not alone
But part of you, Universe--
Your heart and first
What your vision sees.
Overhead, the moon 
Gets snagged in trees.
This is understood.
I try to be good,
But nothing could induce
Me to climb and set it loose.


16 comments:

  1. Haunting! What is it about the moon that is so inspiring for poetry?

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    1. I suspect the moon has the same effect on our bodies as it has upon the tides. Same salt concentration?

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  2. A fun to follow soliloquy. I knew where you were going only at the very end.

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  3. Maybe if one thinks of the moon as nestled rather than snagged, one will be even more able to keep one's feet on the ground :) And by one, I mean you, Geo.!

    Lovely poem and photo.

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    1. Thank you, Jenny. I no longer climb but when I did, I left nestled things undisturbed.

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  4. I selfishly delight in the moon being caught in a tree, or having fallen in a puddle. Floating out to sea is possibly my favourite.
    Also, not a fan of heights.
    x

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    1. Yes! I have seen the moon scatter into a thousand bright bits in the sea, and leave a luminescent trail. Decidedly a favorite.

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  5. excellent imagery. you and the moon seemed to be nestled in your own spots.

    This tree climber gave up reaching for branches long ago.

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    1. Susan, the moon and I have always shared a desire for comfort and permanence. We are friends even though I no longer howl in the dark. As for climbing, I trimmed trees in my job and learned to respect heights from a distance as I aged.

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  6. A lovely and liberating pause for me. I will share with my grand daughter the delightful thought of the moon getting snagged in trees.

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    1. Stories of the moon in trees are part of loving grandchildren, dear Tom -- and they know it.

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  7. while swinging in the nights when breeze whispered in my ears the message of moon was delivered and when i looked at the moon
    he smiled through the trees mischievously1
    incredible expressions dear Geo!

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  8. Now THAT is one gorgeous photo! And beautifully poignant poem to accompany it!

    Thank you for this, Geo!!!

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    1. Thanks so much! Norma just walked through the room and I relayed your photo compliment. Most kind.

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