She is ruled by the moon -
a silver handful tossed into the March sky.
From the middle of June to the middle of July,
she gathers followers:
emotional and loving,
intuitive and imaginative,
protective and sympathetic.
But their darkness,
because we all must harbor some,
makes them more like
the cancer
I know:
formidable and detached,
volatile and possessive,
devious and uncompromising.
She -
nocturnal thief and scavenger -
scours the sandy bottom of a life
for something tender:
the uncle who gives silly nicknames,
the girl with braids and one absent tooth,
the mother who forgets what she needs at the grocery store.
In the dry silence of
chemical compounds and waiting rooms,
I search for a different constellation -
maybe the one where God lives?
maybe the one where patient prayers wait their turn? -
and ask one more question to the sky.
4 comments:
first of all....... :)
where do i start? i'm afraid to touch it! "a silver handful tossed into the march sky". i stopped for a while after reading this.
i think of a lennon quote; "above us only sky." i love this idea of external space looking down upon us, and the duality of human beings. the fifth stanza is what i try to live by. i had a discussion with someone last night. they felt that it was incredibly easy to love and to be kind and difficult to hate. i feel the opposite. i feel it takes strength to be gentle and kind. love is innate but it's extremely difficult to access. this poem beautifully expresses this idea; to me, at least. the last stanza is my favorite. i wish upon the only star in the sky and i'm not sure why. perhaps out of desperation. but i think this "different constellation" can only be found through interactions with human beings.
I love the way the third line rhymes so neatly.
The fifth stanza, I can feel such a strong connection to. All we really want in life are the simple things that make us giddy.
The last stanza also creates a great visual and presents great questions.
I'm glad you begin blogging :-).
i really like this poem... i like the imagery you get from yur wording and the way you discribe everything.."formidable and detached. volatile and prssessive. devious and uncompromising." must be my fav in the poem
Forgive me, but I can not help but think of this poem in terms of your biography. I think of you, of your mom, and I am moved deeply. While is seems playful (a play on astrology), the poem does address what Joseph Conrad calls, "the horror, the horror." It returns me to "Heart of Darkness." This poem is deceptively complex and introspective. Quite good.
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