evidently there are two sides at least
for each and every three dimensional
and so too the moon we are told
has one that we shall never see
a lunar conundrum of numbers
the obverse obscurely occult but not always dark
a far flung flank that triggers intrigue
yet here also is a full face familiar as our own projection
a cyclical silver scythe that cuts the night sky
becomes a pearl button glowing at the throat of crooners
and spooners of-course laid low on love
before the passion passes with the phase
the penultimate phase when the moon flips
when incipient yin beams like a full-on beacon
and the faintest of falcates fades
three days and nights it hangs in stranded obsolescence
animation in suspension - tension - apprehension
an expectation that the stencilled crescent will rise
newer than the born again
Written for Susan’s Midweek Motif: “Dark Moon, New Moon“
What fervent and fertile images! I have to wonder if this beauty poured out of you like a truth you didn’t know you knew, or whether it was painfully pieced together word by word into perfection? I have to keep it to read again and again, I feel that much awe.
cannot help but be pink with pride after such a wonderful comment – to be honest it did not take much piecing after I had found the thread 😉 and learnt a lot too as to the dark/black moon and the new moon so a wonderful prompt
Luv your images in this one Laura. A nice image – titled this one too
Much💖 love
yes Gillena – that born again feeling is renewal
Wow! How every word spills beauty! The penultimate phase particularly.
thank you Sumana – I did some research on how in India there is Amavasya and Pratipad – closely observed darkening and lightening of the old/new moon cycle
I love how your poem shines with depth and wisdom… and particularly enjoyed the penultimate phases stanza 🙂
thank you Sanaa – the penultimate must ultimately end on a good note 😉
I loved the way you took us through the Luna cycle, lovely.
always trying to comprehend the lunar cycle astronomically speaking – until now had not considered that there is a time of black moon before the new begins – when the far side shines full on
Oh this was a masterpiece! I loved your words through and through! Amazing!
Thank you for that kind confidence boosting comment
I do like this poem, the way you took us through the lunar cycle.
I think it’s the metamorphosis that makes the moon such a marvel
I love it becoming a pearl button at the throat of crooners. I have always been in love with the moon.
Glad you picked up on that – the image just popped in to the poem and surprised me
incipient yin beams like a full-on beacon…. love that and the alliteration works beautifully.
Ah yes – alliteration is a bit of a foible with me so I take care not to overuse it but this poem did seem to want it so thank you for that
Me being dutch I had to do some translation but thankfully I did I learn
some and found beauty Loved the line “a cyclical silver scythe that cuts the night sky”
how interesting Marja – glad to hear the meaning was not lost in translation
Beautiful wordcraft Laura, right through the whole poem!
Hank
many thanks Hank –
“a cyclical silver scythe that cuts the night sky
becomes a pearl button glowing at the throat of crooners
and spooners . . .”
breathtaking beauty in this, Laura!
lovely comment – thank you!
Maybe I’m reading into it too much, but I see love fluctuating with the cycles of the moon.
Very good poem!
You could have something there Rob
Oh, so beautifully expressed, Laura. 🙂
heart felt words – thank you Amy
I enjoyed this thoughtful / playful write!
I like that – thank you Rosemary