poetry ~ prose ~ reflections ~ dreaming
Last night
we watched
the moon
It was golden
and slowly
disappearing
into the darkness
of a summer night
until it stopped
hanging there
like a sacred vessel
waiting to be filled
I’m just
a microscopic
particle
a molecular
miracle
Still
for a moment
I think
I believe
I filled the moon
up with my breath
and a sigh
and a shared smile
before we returned
to our lives once again
with wisps of the sacred
trailing behind us
18 July 2019
The world rushes by
people we loved die
& the world does not stop
astoundingly.
We pause
but the world
does not stop.
~ Erica Jong, The World Began with Yes
Erica Jong has a new volume of poetry out. I have been living inside its pages.
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Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
~Wendell Berry
There will come a time
Yes
even for you
when life
will ask of you
the impossible
I have no
magic
Sometimes
I pretend I do
but I don’t
Its a kind of
gossamer world
that makes my eyes
sparkle
keeps my dreams
alive
The only thing
I think I know
Is that nothing
stays the same,
lasts forever
There is no
magic elixir
no obscure
incantation
no absolute
and forever
healing
There is only
beginning again
20 May 2019
West Sussex
