There are always more shadows than light
yet, without the light
there would be no shadows
yet, without the light
there would be no shadows
The moon
is always here
removed,
going about her business
but always
a witness
to the
things that happen in the night
She is
not new
or
slivered
or halved
that is
only what we see
She is
older than memory, older than superstition,
and full
as the fire that consumes you
always
Follow
the light, if you will,
but never forget
to count the shadows
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Yes, she remains the same but appears differently to us, Perhaps it's her smashing outfits!
ReplyDeleteOh my, your poem is beautiful!! Thank you for gifting us on this Halloween .. a real treat.
ReplyDeleteMary you have cast a spell of poetic beauty upon us!! This is gorgeous in every way!!!
ReplyDeleteIt is difficult to see that the moon is always whole it's just that we see only parts of her sometimes. Nice poem that holds together well with the concept.
ReplyDeleteLulu: "And hope there isn't one shadow too many!"
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad Lulu is a Whovian!
DeleteWe cannot keep her from shining, only clouds and the earth rotation can do that.
ReplyDelete(well, a few eclipses also do that)
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"She is as old as memory...." Beautiful. I remember, as a child, in the backseat of the car, being amazed that the moon followed us as we traveled.
ReplyDeleteA Whovian joy to read, and every line broods over those shadows, small in themselves but overwhelming en masse, that hide behind the light with a deft but deadly touch. I especially like the bookending effect of the first and last stanzas. Good to see your words, Mary.
ReplyDeleteLove this unique poem about the moon's light and the darkness. I love the moon and realize now that I always consider it from my perspective, forgetting it is always there - full.
ReplyDeleteShadows, we need them as we need light, but often we fear them. Beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteThe shadows and the light work together and not always in a good way. The moon is always the same, it's just our perception of her that is distorted.
ReplyDeleteLovely haunting way to end 'never forget to count the shadows'. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteA pleasant shiver for the holiday weekend. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful musings on the moon. Love this, Mary!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. I've visited and read all your lovely pieces too. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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