The Light of the Moon
by jeanne rene watson
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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The Light of the Moon
The moonlight held its breath
in patient vigil outside her cross-paned window.
She seemed to sense its warmth,
and looked beyond me to glow and glimmer
waltzing upon the lake’s surface, dancing,
skipping between the ripples,
smiling at the ease of time’s merriment.
It came that she closed her eyes,
and with a gasp took in and then refused age
with a lingering hiss. She lay quiet.
~ from the window I watched the merry current
lap against the lake shore. I was not deceived
by the illusionary randomness of sway and swell
of wave, but looked into precise measure,
understood the mathematics of each whitecap,
and yet I knew tonight
the moonbeam held her slender waist,
swept her across the waters.
Thought slipped through the open window
and her hands grew cold. The present encircled
my head, a dark, vaporous nimbus of reflection.
I pondered, suspended above my own cloud …
If my last breathe were to linger with wavering balance
upon the precipice of moment and destiny…
If time were to slip through my well versed and worn lips
until the morrow only and not a sunset more to my name,
Could I tip my hat to the fray
and slyly tuck a smile into your forever memory,
falling head first into eternity.
Again to the window,
I sought, but the light of the moon
had walked away into the dawn.
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|Reviewed by Z McClure
|Enjoyed the sounds and life in this poem. You have a way of writing beneath the surface appearance of everyday life and making it come alive.
Excellent write, -Zach
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
this is a beautifully penned perfection of love's imbue captured in the poetic words of your pen
lovely poem poetess
Embraced ~ Embrassé
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Truly a beautiful write; thank you for sharing you gift, Jeanne René. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|So good a write, I liked the ending, daylight always is better for me than night.|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Profoundly tantalizing imagery.
To understand each moment to its fullest, to embrace the seconds of living as if they were the last, to be able to paint those feelings on a canvas with words and touch the hearts of those willing, still, in my opinion, remains the highest form of artistic intimacy.
Delightfully rendered Ms. Watson!
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