I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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29 August 2011


the moon is new

I’m feeling old
my shoulders ache

I walk outside
to see the moon

in a sky thick with cloud
no sliver

‘old women are invisible’
wrote poet Barbara Giles

when she herself was old
as I am now and feel

but the moon is only
obscured by cloud

and tonight we know
the moon renews

Journalling my relationship with the moon: 1


  1. Beautiful. And when we look at the moon, we feel young again, do we not?

  2. wow! :) http://bttrflyscar.blogspot.com/2011/11/blooming.html

  3. Oh, thank you Amy! And you too Abin! :)

  4. ...tonight we know the moon renews.
    So lovely!!