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PERSPECTIVE


weak moon

Sweet, sorrowful moon
You have no reason to weep.
And yet in your pale grief
You are the most becoming.

Your moonbeams fall delicately onto the foreheads,
Lips and cheeks of evening wanderers,
So lightly that they do not feel their touch
But merely their presence.
They invade the breasts of young lovers huddled
In the dark corners of the emptying streets.

May lay day after day in the sun.
Basking unashamedly in her brassy, showy attractiveness.
Me, I appreciate the unusual, the understated,
I love your mild illumination.

Poem by KATE NICKERSON

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3 comments on “PERSPECTIVE

  1. It took a second look to realize you captured the ring around the moon. I know I’ve mentioned it somewhere, but the lore where I come from is that, if you count the number of stars inside the ring, you’ll know the number of days until rain.

    Given your poem, I have to wonder if those stars inside the ring actually are the sweet moon’s tears.

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  2. I had not heard about the ring around the moon holding stars. It would be nice to think there were only one or two! We had a sprinkle the other morning. It simply dampened the ground a bit. But I do like the idea that the moon might weep. When we grieve, it’s nice to believe that perhaps our sorrow is echoed by something else. (NOT that I”M sorrowful!, Just thinking!)

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