hang the moon
you don't have to tell
were you ever full
as that
crescent moon
on the horizon
don't explain
the dark
inside you
you don't have to tell
were you ever heavy
with light
did your smile melt
the edge of dawn
you don't have to tell
but your cells
remember
when you knew
you were loved
and you were that slice of fire
were you ever full
as that
crescent moon
on the horizon
don't explain
the dark
inside you
you don't have to tell
were you ever heavy
with light
did your smile melt
the edge of dawn
you don't have to tell
but your cells
remember
when you knew
you were loved
and you were that slice of fire
posted by Yes at 10:02 PM
19 Comments:
a few times in my life, during the most mundane moments appeared this remembrance. I can't tell you how much I love this, sweet sweet Bird!
Lorraine--I am always inspired by your beautiful comments--thanks so much!
I used to throw stones at the moon for someone's words and deeds that i couldn't give back on the same terms! Poor Moon -- it never said a word!
"you don't have to tell
but your cells
remember"
Now only cell phones remember! :)
(Don't look into my eyes -- I seldom use a cell phone!
sorry for all this non sensical talk my bird....
a fine poem --
Moon is poets' eternal lover and i didn't like the title -- so a little upset this time,
wishes,
devika
Devika--I'm sorry you were upset by the title, it's a saying that if you are starry-eyed about somone, you think he "hung the moon"--like he put it in the sky all by himself (or herself).
So I was thinking about that when I made the title, it seemed to fit with the image.
I'm glad you liked the poem anyway!
Great to see you here again...
ha! Okay... I'd been into criminal law as well...so Hang the Moon -- seemed a death sentence :)
No, but then with a slow reading --it made sense, my bird...and i liked it...thought this interpretation makes it all the more interesting :)
wishes,
devika
My cells do remember that slice of fire...like burnt toast. Oh, maybe, that's the dark inside of me, and I wasn't supposed to tell. I love it, as always.
Devika--your "criminal law" angle is one I never thought of--but I suppose I should have! You are quite logical to give that interpretation. Glad it's cleared up!
Actually, I was hoping we can all learn to hang the moon, for others and for ourselves...
Pat--You would think of a food metaphor!
Next time I burn toast, I will think of you...and your toasty insides...
I can't believe you are back, it's a very good thing indeed--stay awhile this time!
hmmmm.....all said and done -- Now i'm not sure if I hang the moon (the way you said) or hang myself!! :))
oh well...but then, i can't do that for several other reasons :)
wishes,
devika
Oh let me be clear my dear bird....may be my words are mistaken...I said that because many who were blogging actively are not doing it any more...and I am a bit too bothered/upset about it...Don't know why!
wishes,
devika
Devika dear--I am with you on that sentiment! At least Pat Paulk has returned--for now, anyway...
And you know I miss you when you go away--I am sorry for having been away so long, myself!
Yes....lets hope they all will be back one by one -- I know if its war, the soldiers come out -- things doesn't seem to work so well in peace --- so now I seem like getting into a self that I am not -- sort of starting a war with myself -- lets see where it gets :)
They only lose the battle - not the war -- who said that??
well, not in a good mood my dear bird -- For me going away can't happen when I am here -- 15-20 days I go off...and thats normally a complete shut down of work and blogs/mails -- when I am here blogs are an entertainment :)
wishes,
devika
Now my bird...looking at my comment i feel like laughing -- what all i say when my mood is off!!
And can I ever be some one who I am not -- why try it at all!! Funny mood swings :))
In between i went of to watch a movie clipping -- and I am back to my orginal self -- silly, crazy self :)
thank you so much for giving space for all this, my dear bird :)
wishes,
devika
Thanks. As business slows down I should be able to. Oh, I didn't actually see a frozen puddle--yet. Just a crazy thought passing through on it's way to Wal*Mart.
Devika--Any of your many selves are welcome to come here and rant as much as you want! You know I'm always your friend and fan, and glad to see you, even if I'm slow on posting a reply...
Pat--I take it you were on your way to Wal-Mart because you were hallucinating from hunger? Well, I'm not wishing for your business to slow down, except in a selfish way, of course!
Oh thanks my dear friend...I thought of mailing you in between...but then, just kept postponing -- not for any specific reason, though :)
wishes,
devika
Devika--Ah, the postponements...such is my life always, trying not to feel like it is a bad thing, just necessary--after all, we are not superhuman!
An e-mail would be quite welcome, but do not feel obligated just cause I say so!
No, no obligations...will do dear...will keep in touch :)
Happy Thanksgiving :)
wishes,
devika
lovely. catches at the throat, tightens. memory tugs, bottled up.
Hayden--I love when a comment is a poem in itself, with more meaning in each reading...
You do have a way of distilling much emotion into few words.
Thanks for this gift!
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