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She melts,
pooling
on the floor
at the foot of your bed.
Her thoughtful light
is measured, mapped, portioned out,
named and known;
yet, do you hear her song?
Down at the shore,
her reflection
ripples across the water,
ripples across the water,
broken
into a thousand bits
into a thousand bits
as the surface is disturbed.
Do you know what she hides?
that mid section was quite evocative to me....to be known....and not heard....its like sex without talking you know...smiles...
ReplyDeletethe silence of moon says a lot:)
ReplyDeleteMary, this is evocative and beautiful! :)
ReplyDeleteThat song would sure bring delight
ReplyDeleteFull of a sense of moonlight and reflection, Mary--I also like the middle stanza, but the whole thing seems to call to the inner ear to pay more attention to what really matters. Enjoyed it much.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the mystery in this!
ReplyDeleteYes, I know the mystery of the moon and you captured it wonderfully here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful - is there anything like Moon for inspiration of the poetic kind? I love the intimacy & mystery combination here, the feeling that washes over me on reading your poem reminding me of times moon has entered my bedroom unabashed...
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to know her better.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Mary. Your opening stanza is a brilliant hook and you have really delivered in 55 words.
ReplyDeleteMary Bach...
ReplyDeleteYou are 55 Perfection!
Always deep, always thoughtful.
You are a Literary Peach!
Loved your enigmatic 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Gorgeous, sis. You caught the aloofness beautifully and wrote in 55? I have part of a 55 but haven't been able to pare it down yet.
ReplyDeleteLovely ode to the moon specially the second stanza ~ She is indeed mysterious ~
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful you set the tone and captured the mysteries of the moon, Mary. This is really exceptional. I like it a lot!
ReplyDelete(Hey, am curious how you set this up as a "Link" in your comment for Gman's 55? Can you mail me this secret on FB!)
If Mary can't - but I'm sure she can - I will. Just ask.
Deleteand if they both fall through :)
DeleteI can.
Love this, just love it.
ReplyDeleteThe shy one - elusive, around the corner, waiting, what is hidden is deep, below the surface - all you see are the ripples on the surface. So well said. Liked it a lot.
ReplyDeleteThe tone throughout this is just lovely, measured, restrained and yet allusive in many ways.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for linking Artemis to the August full moon - I didn't know that.
Honestly, I can't pick out a favorite stanza, as they link together wonderfully. Such dreamy softness, I might leave my blinds open and invite her in the next time she is shining so brightly! :)
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