A Moment of Full Moon
Here is a poem which I wrote the night before the beautiful October full moon. I had reservations about the poem and hesitated to post it immediately. Now I am happy that I waited because I have changed the wording very slightly in the last two lines. Originally it read “Blending to create long silence. Autumn’s sound”. I have shifted this “blending” to the preceding line, where it quickly became the most satisfactory verb in a long line of most unsatisfactory attempts. This allowed the use of “Harmonies” in the final line, which expresses the sense of music that the scene gave me.
This is how my poetry often changes: at first the poem is written more or less in its entirety, but it wants just a little something here or there. The next day or maybe the next month my perspective changes a little and the words finally fall into place.
Then there are the poems where every line is a struggle…!
But this one came naturally just as I stood out in the field admiring the beauty of the evening.
Pale Moon
Pale moon, with one corner nipped out from full round,
Gleaming yellow in a pink sky
Where blue evening shadows lie
Smiling at day's end, then sigh,
Blend sunset with the wild birds’ cry.
Harmonies create long silence, autumn’s sound.