Evidence
The moon left its thumbprint
But pleads its innocence
No stars have been stolen
No alibi confirmed
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December 1st, 2009 5:57 am
From dusk
To dawn
Sunlit lawn
Stars of night
Take morning flight
December 1st, 2009 8:16 am
Nice…very very nice.
December 1st, 2009 9:39 am
Like the earth turns around and the shakes the light up or down. Nice poem, Stuart.
December 1st, 2009 12:49 pm
Perfect. I love these poetic gifts that nature drops in our laps, don’t you?
December 1st, 2009 12:56 pm
Yes. Trying to translate the miracles that defy words is some kind of soul work.
December 1st, 2009 10:15 pm
We were just looking at the moon tonight. It was hanging heavy in the sky and screamed, “I’m a PLANET!” So neat.
December 1st, 2009 10:24 pm
Yes, the moon is so original it is hard to capture all of it’s identity. xo Is this a pic of tonight’s moon? xo
December 1st, 2009 10:51 pm
I can’t remember when I took this photo, just used it to go with the poem, which is one I wrote during Joe’s month long sit when we were having our moon dates.
December 2nd, 2009 1:08 pm
So beautiful! Such a precious moment in time.
December 3rd, 2009 11:18 am
The moon:
she says, “the moon”
and saying “the moon” says
that saying “the moon” says “the moon” says
The Moon.
-a poem written for me by one of my favorite teachers at Hollins, Jeanne Larsen, who translates poems (lots about the moon) written by ancient Chinese women and who laughed when I asked her to write a poem about the moon at our end-of-semester poetry eruption where we had a spontaneous poetry booth like Natalie Goldberg wrote about in ‘Writing down the Bones.’
Especially apropo considering the brilliant ring the other night that foretold the rain we had ALL DAY yesterday.