It wants to make a poet, that's all,
and a dreamer who likes to be
near trees and water, somewhere
the stars too are visible at night
away from the glare of the city,
away from the ceaseless noise
and the difficulty of breathing. That's why
the moon always gazes so long in your window.
... And it all came to pass as foretold.
Thereby I know the moon loves me.
Written for And the Moon ~ Micro Poetry at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
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')
These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
She loves you. Oh, yes, she does.
ReplyDeleteThis is sooooooo lovely. I once woke in the night to see the moon right up close, peering in the window at me. And of course I wrote a poem.
ReplyDeleteYou seem incredibly lovable to me. :)
ReplyDeleteThere is something so true to this....on some perfect nights, it really can feel like the moon is gazing down at us, just us, hoping to make poets out of us.
ReplyDeleteOh, the moon, how I love her. Thank you for this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThat's all the certainty we need- moon love!
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this Rosemary!!❤️💘 So very beautiful and dreamy!!❤️💘
ReplyDeleteI shall never look at the moon again without thinking of this poem Rosemary - I wish it would make poets and dreamers of us all
ReplyDeleteLucky!
ReplyDeleteThe moon is a constant companion in an uncertain world.
ReplyDeleteWe need that eye that glances at us when it's time to sleep.
ReplyDeleteHow gorgeous, Rosemary! And, how hopeful.
ReplyDeleteThere, there is always a place for dreamers. Nice mood.
ReplyDeleteFull of moonlight and hope, Rosemary. You are a beautiful dreamer.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely, wistful and comforting piece, Rosemary. Enjoyed it much.(PS. a note on your font--VERY hard for my old eyes to read print that small.)
ReplyDeleteSorry about that. It doesn't look small to my view, but someone else also remarked on it recently. I have the same problem with some other blogs, but can go to View in my main toolbar and magnify them. However, will start using a larger font, and perhjaps go back and enlarge old posts too. Thanks for the heads-up.
DeleteRosemary, this is a sweet poem. I wouldn't have thought that a 'moon poem' could be written like this, as personable as 'puppy dog' poem.
ReplyDelete..
we so love the moon and it definitely returns it specially to you
ReplyDeleteSuper sweet,
ReplyDeleteRosemary. Thanks! Made me who also lives
Far from light smile/. K.