Friday, December 16, 2011

Long Distance Blue Moon

Long Distance Blue Moon

If  I could call--
and feel you answer--
even if only
when the moon is blue
or in total eclipse
or when Jupiter aligns
with certain unlikely
sections of
the Crab Nebula,
that would be

but the air's
too thin there
for sound
to carry,

So enough will just
have to be
imagining it.

December 2011

Image: Blue Moon, by~ghosttigereyes on deviantArt


  1. Good thing we have good imaginations.

  2. Awww! This made me sad, hedgewitch. This could be an elegant case of "it's the thought that counts" :)

  3. awww...see i had the same feeling as talon...the air is so thin there...i do like crab though...with drawn butter...mmmm...but i digress, second star to the right, that is my tree house

  4. Thanks all. Fortunately, I have a good imagination.

    @bri--I know, I followed the unicorn hoofprints and the dropped glitter crumbs. ;-)

  5. Hedge...?
    Glitter Crumbs?
    Strange euphemism for Unicorn Shit!
    Loved your 55, sorry about the low ceiling of visibility.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
    ...And about the 'mood' at Casa de Hedge?
    (((((BIG HUGG)))))

  6. Lovely. So grateful for the wondrous gift of imagination.

  7. Thanks Sheila.

    @G: So that's why they were so sticky!...and thanks for the hug. Same your way, because there just can't be too many this time of year.

  8. Ah, but you and I, we have the big imaginations. Sometimes, that's a ticket to places that are very hard to get to.

  9. For me, it's a beautifully written longing of a faith being sure of what it hopes for and certain of what it does not see.

  10. I often think about these unexplored waves of communication.. it should be possible to send the weight of our love and thoughts through the ether, bouncing off stars and into the subconscious cortex of the one who is so terribly missed.

  11. Joy,
    How very thoughtful! Your imagination moves very healthily for good moments. Great verse!


  12. The poem's enough is what only can suffice in poetry -- never the thing itself, though the medium and the message come as close as we get anyway to the communion we yearn for. So much of the stuff of reality is writ in these insubstantials - o blue moon indeed -- the clearest eye for reading between lines, even when the lines only exist in the mind. Never enough, though more than is ever really there. - Brendan

  13. Thanks all. Appreciate everyone taking the time to read and comment, especially as things get hectic on the Christmas treadmill.

    @B: The nice thing about enough is that it seems to encourage more instead of less in its sum; to not crave surfeit makes abundance more plain. And that blue moonlight is a low and pale beam, but like an x-ray, can show up all kinds of things the sun misses. Thanks, as always, for reading the lines (and between them.)

  14. The expanse and space can be inimical, or it can be where we heal. I suppose we never truly bridge the gap, between ourselves and others, between ourselves and our true selves, maybe. It's nice to know there are "thin places" like this poem, where the veil is thinner and we can feel that we almost touch the innermost region, and the beloved. Lovely, bittersweet, tender.

  15. Love this. It makes me totally excited to break the plastic wrap from my 2012 calendar-- Space: Views from the Hubble Telescope.


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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