Very well formed, this poem. It describes the moon in a poetical way, very well. A scientist once said that a scientist makes hard things easier to understand, and a poet makes easier things hard to understand. In this poem you show how easy it is to understand a scientific body such as the moon. Scientist have tried and failed for 'eons'! Well done!
This is such a beautiful poem, enchanting.
I love the easy dialogue, it draws one in like a magnet.
Thank you to Patricia for sending me a read request.
This is beautiful & gracefully stated . . . I love the moon & moonlight . . . which you've turned into a playful, image-packed little story about writing a poem while some bright entity (moon, or nature, or someone who shines in your life) inspires you to the point of being deeply moved. I love all the well-crafted imagery: "spilling moonlight into my poem" . . . "massive mountains into flowing champagnes" . . . "a million golden and turquoise verses" . . . everything is so descriptive & lyrical. The last 3 lines are a crescendo of delicate & vivid imagery, celebrating your muse, this bright entity that sparks your poems to life.
This is surprisingly unique, and a great read! I mean, the whole idea of being careful not to spill the moon into your poetry, it is an idea which I have never even considered; and thinking it over, it fills my mind with a lunar-infused beauty that I don't fully understand... but that is what gives it such meaning. You have excellent prose, flowing like a surreal whisper on the wind. Thanks for Sharing!
dear Sanober... violins play when I read
your poetry. Your advising the Moon...
"to be more careful when you move, my dear".
"Turning massive mountains into... flowing
champagnes of ancient haiku" "your smile...
splitting the skies into a million golden
and turquoise verses". Every word leaves
me "dewy-dreamed, peony-cheeked
poetry-drops of you". You are as mysterious
as a peacock dancing for love. Entranced
and in awe... truly... Pat
Heavy sigh....what a splendiferously romantic write this is, Sanober. When someone can "spill moonlight" into your words and make the sky into "golden and turquoise verses", it is not magic, it is love. The imagery in this poem touches on all the senses. Wonderful work. lydi**