I went to see a friend
who bought a telescope
and saw the moon
so big just part was
in my view and I could
reach my finger out
and rub roughness
craters linger on
mountains canyons
bright so bright it hurt
but comforting to know
that though
I could not see the sun
it’s light mirrored
clear the lunar surface
proof that darkness cannot
win the night will cool and
give us rest but though
the sun may hide her face
she causes moon to glow
the proof the truth
her love shines though
we be blinded by the dark
Love how in proof that darkness cannot / win the night will cool and, “the night” works both ways, forward and back. You the Queen of Enjambment.
a new word – at first I thought it was a Murat made up word LOL I wrestled with this poem and it still is not what I wanted but I do like that line and “enjambment”!
Love the way this reads out loud. Ahhhh, the moon!
– Dina
thank you Dina! I have been trying to go back and read your poems from “tween” prompts. Your poems have that sound thing going on – I love that read it out loud, feels good in the mouth and on the ears but meaning slid in sideways kind of poetry!
E. Dickinson:
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Success in Cirrcuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—
I started to pick out the lines I liked best and couldn’t – I would follow E around and pick up scraps of paper that she scribbled on if it were possible..