Friday, January 17, 2014

Waxing Gibbous

     Photo by Mary Bach

The moon murmurs
 to you alone
when need eclipses fear,
drawing you  out
over dark stony beaches
through back alleys
and under bridges,
where small flames,
barely aware of their heat,
flick shadows
across your face.
And here you stand
at the border,
between light and dark
pulled by both,
but belonging to neither.  


This is for G-man's FF-55.  Click on the link and check it out.  The prompt for a poem about the moon came from Brendan at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  Check out that site for some excellent poetry and a link to a brilliant poem by Sylvia Plath (and interesting background information by Brendan).  I'm not listing there though, since I'd a bit late, and I didn't quite follow the rules and use the word list provided.  But you should still have a look!

19 comments:

  1. Which way to go, a choice has to be made fast or slow

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  2. "Writing in the Bachs" has been included in the Sites To See for this week. Be assured that I hope this helps to point many new visitors in your direction.

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  3. The waxing gibbous eh?
    Obviously The Gibbous likes wearing a bikini!
    Loved your lunatic 55 Mary Bach
    As with all that you create, theres much more than meets the eye here.
    As with all folks from Wisconsin, You Rock!
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End.....G

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    1. Bahahaha - not bikini waxing gibbous Galen! In spite of that you rock too G.

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  4. Love the softness of this Mary--like moonlight, which doesn't obscure the truth at the end.

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    1. Thank you Joy. I got the idea from the toads. I've amended the post with a link to IGRT.

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  5. I loved the tension you have underlying the tenderness. Just a beautiful poem.

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  6. You send me back to my awkward teenage days. I spent a lot of time neither here nor there.

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  7. stuck in between and not belonging to either, but pulled...someone said it felt like a moment of our teens...it does...even still though it is real still at time.s..

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  8. You have expressed the feeling of belonging neither to one place nor to another in a most forceful way!

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  9. Lovely photo of the moon and poetry is divine ~ well penned ~ carol, xxx (A Creative Harbor)

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  10. between light and dark
    pulled by both,
    but belonging to neither.

    How often one is at the cross-roads. Caught in entanglements limiting one's choices. A choice involving emotional attachments are hard to stomach. Nicely Mary!

    Hank

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  11. Mary, this is so wonderful. On a deep level it means a lot to me. Sorry to be tardy in getting here, and so glad I did not miss this gem.

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