Monday, April 30, 2012

Moon Sign



Moon Sign


I look to the wobbling moon
for a sign, foolishly waiting
as if love ever held back
from showing her face
when she wanted something.

Too easy to drop 
a hand on a still knee,
a smile for a stiff word
a melt where no word
means much.

Any of these things
can be done without thinking
without the ungainly moon’s say so
if not without regret, because what
love really wants she takes.

What sits unclaimed
doesn’t need  to look
or wait.



April 2012


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I've used another of Mama Zen's photographs from Sunday's Photo Challenge for illustration, as I had a hard time again picking a single one. Thanks, MZ.



Photo: Moon, © Mama Zen Photography
Used with permission.

Optional Musical Accompaniment






24 comments:

  1. The final lines of this poem certainly calls for a pause for thought. We do seem to be as much slaves to love as to the moon's tidal pull. My moon in Virgo has made me take a very sceptical view of all things romantic, and the Gemini sun can't make up her mind. At least Leo rising allows me to believe, sometimes, that love will win the day.

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    1. What a mix of elements. I imagine there's some conflict in sorting that out.I'm pretty consistently earthy when it comes to love, with my moon in Taurus and sun in Capricorn--but Mars in Aquarius and Aquarius rising tends to haul me out into some strange air waves sometimes and split things between the sensual and the intellectual. If one believes in that stuff--I do some days, just because hey--no one else has any better explanations. ;-)Thanks Kerry.

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  2. Good job, and I especially like the ending.

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  3. I was immediately taken by the first stanza. Loved all of it, and then the final verse provided a fitting finale.

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  4. the moon will come just like love when it is good and ready and not before, we have no power over either..

    Any of these things
    can be done without thinking
    without the ungainly moon’s say so
    if not without regret, because what
    love really wants she takes

    it is this third stanza that tickles my ears today...will think on that one...

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  5. Oh dear - this one is really too sad! I think of all the people waiting at the side walls of school dances, and worse! All the checking of messages never sent. I was just listening to an old ragtime song - "I'm going to write myself a letter and pretend it came from you." It really makes you want to weep (as you laugh.) Lovely poem. K.

    ps - Whatever happened to "They also serve who only stand and wait." (Ah, I guess they weren't serving Diana, or Aphrodite, or Cupid....)

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    1. I don't think any love is ever wasted--each expression of it takes us that much further out of ourselves and into the matrix of spirit...but yes, all those things you said, too. Thanks for reading, K.

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  6. Love the personification of the moon here Hedge. Love the third stanza, so true. Thanks

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  7. Ah, the fickle moon. Love destroyed beneath its glowing rays happens just as often as love kindled. I LOVED the music with this I listened to the whole relaxing piece. ...do I REALLY have to go cook dinner now? :)

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    1. You have my permission to order a pizza, but I warn you I didn't run that by your family first. Thanks, M.

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  8. "because what
    love really wants she takes." so true...beautiful!

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  9. Boy is this sad. But powerful. I love the first stanza, "because what love really wants she takes," and the ending (a gentle call to give up hope).

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  10. Love the thought of an "ungainly moon," and that last stanza is just POWERFUL.
    Well done.

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  11. I love the moon...Love can be beautiful, but it can leave such pain also.

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  12. Oh! I'm dyin. Your dog is a surrealist! LMAO. You have the best sidebar.

    I love the poem. I heard a line in a song once, that went "Are you really gonna stand for love that waits its turn?" I would write something brilliant to follow that up, but my brain just went to test pattern.

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  13. "What sits unclaimed
    doesn’t need to look
    or wait"

    Philosophically powerful words,Joy! Great write!

    Hank

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  14. I'm taken with this thought, how we wait for a sign, but it is not needed. It occurred to me suddenly as I was coming out of the grip of religion that no one had valued what I wanted, I was only ever to choose what God wanted. . . .and yet, I had chosen my husband, because I wanted him. Mercy that was, not to have looked for a sign, and just grab and git. It turned out well, as my folks loved him too.

    OK, I didn't expect to go there. But that's what your poems do, see. They lead me on, and on.

    Bravo to you for the daily writes through the month of poesy! Excellent work as always, and quite an accomplishment.

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  15. I love the way the title implies an astrological connection, and the way throughout the poem you weave all the other elements of the moon's interaction with humankind and the heart. Sometimes simplicity can yield the profoundest thoughts, and there are few things where that is true than with our unchanging infatuation with the moon.

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  16. Not surprising Emily Dickinson showed up next after this post, as I can see her face in that moon, looming over the intricately compressed meditation here. Where few words suffice, only a short poem will do. What do we ask the moon and stars to do but confirm what we already know, bless what we'll do anyway? Lucent mirror on sky's wall, who's the luckiest lover of 'em all? If whatever love wants the moon takes, what are we then to do but heed the oracle? Loved it. - Brendan

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  17. "what love really wants she takes" — beautifully said, all of it, especially "wobbly moon"!
    K

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  18. "as if love ever held back
    from showing her face
    when she wanted something."

    I hear this as a torch song. Gorgeous, Hedge.

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  19. The ending really grabbed me. You may not have intended it, buit I found it incredibly poignant. I've always related to the unclaimed. Wonderful poem.

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  20. Its strange that we make such connections to things like the moon, or a day, or a season. Our little brains seem to work overtime to make connections to make us feel good or to warn us of impending doom. so much so that it doesn't even stop when we sleep. Crazy good Joy.

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  21. for me, this is the prize: as if love ever held back from showing her face when she wanted something.
    that sort of conversational wisdom is like a hypnotizing mechanism.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg