knowing
the moon was not
alive
until it hung in the sky
crosswise like a crooked
smile
but then everything
slid
like folded silk
--your hand over mine
fleeting and small
as the squeak
of a chipmunk
squeezing invisibly
between boulders
and the moon
that rocks its
silly head
full of knowing
alive
until it hung in the sky
crosswise like a crooked
smile
but then everything
slid
like folded silk
--your hand over mine
fleeting and small
as the squeak
of a chipmunk
squeezing invisibly
between boulders
and the moon
that rocks its
silly head
full of knowing
posted by Yes at 8:48 AM
12 Comments:
Silly?
percy, I admit that my original choice of word was "empty", but that was not adequate to my meaning...
Of late, I have been feeling that silliness is a form of true wisdom, when combined with sincerely good intentions.
I find myself gravitating to those who practice this philosophy.
As you do, in more than name only.
(Shame on you for threatening to forego this identity! There are other silly persons ready to take your place, although none can.)
The moon sees all in the dark, especially the touch that makes us alive. Very good!! Percival not silly, say it ain't so!!
silly sliding silk in subtle syllables. empty, silly... either way, it feels very zen.
That second stanza. Oh.
I was just having a conversation with a dear friend tonight in which we agreed that one might be erudite, handsome, wealthy, but it's all useless without silliness.
actually silly fits.
Gautami: Really? You mean thyself then?
Well silly is as silly does. Yes, I have known school girls to have silly fits, and, indeed, certain school teachers; I myself, in younger days, dids't suffer from them betimes, afore I became a serious man who uses the pseudonym "Silly" in a strictly ironic manner.
Well! I must say, you all have far surpassed me in eloquence, in these comments--I am beside myself with admiration!
pat--Your comment is a poem in itself! Thanks!
And I join with you in hoping "it ain't so"...
ss--I think yours must be Zen silliness--smooth and alluring--
mb--This is what I was trying to convey to my dear friend Percy, but you have "cut to the chase". as it were--
And your word carries a lot of weight in my book (especially when we agree)!
Thanks so much for your comment!
gautami--Thanks for saying that--it makes me feel you understand...
percy--Yes, I know that your silliness comes from a profound well of seriousness--which makes it irresistible!
Actually percy, you are being as silly as serious!!
To Firebird,
Folded silk squeaks.
Crooked smile.
The moon is alive.
Enjoyed.
gautami--good observation!
carmen--love your poem--it stands alone--wonderful distillation!
borut--glad you enjoyed, glad you came here, glad to read your comment!
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