A Seer Moon

very, very tired..

A Seer Moon

In the sweetness of a sheer moon, I believe I will live forever
The shine of him on my alabaster hands is a revelation of veins
The luggage of life travels the thin rails through underskin blue tunnels.
I unleash an honorary lift of arms to the lilt of mountain cats
that scream memories to loosen the past in curdled calls.
At night, if I watch closely, a woman carries a basket back and forth
On the uphill climb, she carries it on her back
Downhill, she evens it steady on her head, her toes stretched, and
searching through the small rocks.
Some nights I am boundless & leave my battlements by the river.
I visit my hometown to watch the moon stretching in the town square.
I am grateful that he does not pause to peer into the childish shadows.
In the yellow of the moon I have grown golden.
I am not dancing but my feet squeeze pieces of old jewels from the sidewalk.
There is a friendly song rising in the glow of star crystals
I can hear the words of a dozen lost voices falling back to earth in solos.
I believe I will live forever and I say so.
Up ahead, some sojourner I had not noticed, waves his hand in a sequence.
He molds a clay of sorrow with the other.
I search the moon to maintain his opinion but he is battling a dark lane
beneath an overhang of trees.
I break a compass with my feet.

Reviews

[mick weller]

`he molds a clay of sorrow with the other.`
ooo, some nice evocative lines here
is this a quick turn one wonders:
'I break a compass with my feet.'
it's all in the 'watch'-ing closely' I suspect...
from the shadows

[W.k.kortas]

Dreamlike in spots, the ethereal and concrete woven together in a manner that appears to be almost effortless. "Celestial", as Emily so wisely put it, and highly visual. Wonderful writing.

[Ed Hart]

the trick in seeing into "forever" is to look both ways (before you cross)...

[Collect-Eye]

the footsteps of this journey collide w/ the imagery in exquisite form..well done.
"squeezing pieces of old jewels from the sidewalk"..splendid metaphors like this one--all woven throughout so intricately...

Peace.

[~*The Writer In Me*~]

Beautiful poem.

[Gandré]

I can hear the words of a dozen lost voices falling back to earth in solos -------this was my favorite line.
A wonderful poem. Loved each line.

[Emily B]

It is celestial and golden and takes my breath away.