Posts Tagged ‘ moon ’

fire stoking

in

the wine

now my heart is red,

a shadow in my hand unfolding.

(azeda booth)

my love goes in and out of me,

(azeda booth)

my love is going.

a room in the turning sheets,

now

a moon in the trees,

a shadow unfolding in my hand,

the light falling on the leaves

and the moon in the tangled trees unfolding.

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I am going

To the edge

Of the curtain

From the edge

Of the bed

Where you are

Sleeping.

Where I was sleeping with you.

I have come from

The sheets and

Followed the soft

Light out of

The room

Into the light

Of another

Room,

With the cool

Shadows remembering

You in bed pushing

Yourself toward

Morning like a

Little boat on

A soft lake out

From the shore,

But I close the door

And watch you

Turnover in

The light.

after cummings and a moon

 

Isn’t it just

A moon?

Varyly big

Is only in sky

Behind the

Glowing and

Unlit clouds

It moves

Through

And all

The color

Now of

Darkest

Blue

On edges

White lined

Seems to,

Little by

Very little

Move.

It is a wish

Unwished

And pulled

From the

Candled now

Of sky

And I have

Given it to

You

And you

Have given

It its name:

A full

And round

And lovely

Moon.

a moon

a moon

of moon

colors too,

too early

in the afternoon

is.

a

moon

of

colors

too early in the

afternoon

flooding the

evening room.

The Moon on the Floor

The Moon on the Floor

The moon on the floor

is all that moves.

It is

a lilting stream on

rocks gray as

death.

Then

with autumn and all

its trees leaning

in,

the moon is like a stone on the floor

swallowed by the

leaves.

© Toby E. Baldwin