yes, another good poem. the sense of being a long way from someone... and
the moon as both a metaphor for something that is not getting through, and
as a reality... that's what I see, anyway
Janet
On 07/12/2007, Roger Day <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> i envy your train; tonight the police chopper circles overhead. I can
> name a lot of the stars, though. A good poem, thankyou.
>
> On Dec 5, 2007 5:26 PM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > Here in the North
> > we turn toward deeper
> > darkness. Tonight's thin moon
> >
> > hides itself in clouds
> > withholding snow. Our stars
> > are curtained. No light falls
> >
> > on my skin. It does not
> > touch me. I cannot
> > feel it. I lie alone
> >
> > on this high, hard bed.
> > Night follows night.
> > I watch for the moon
> >
> > out these frosted windows,
> > listen to the silence
> > of winter. Trains pass by,
> >
> > their rattling wheels, their
> > mournful call, taking someone
> > somewhere. Where are you?
> >
> > Do you see this moon
> > in your strange sky?
> > Can you name the stars?
> >
> >
> > --
> >
> >
> > ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
> >
>
>
>
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