The moon is halved
tonight; half luminous,
half blind.
Halved of face,
halved of tongue,
halved of heart,
halved.
It is no way to live.
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels.
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- Empty nest; what is next? Over 20 years as a creative writing instructor; over 40 years as a writer. On my desk right now, an unopened bag of coffee beans, a music cd, a plethora of pens, two newspaper scraps, photos of my son and daughter, two half-full bottles of water and a half empty coffee mug and a notice from Julie about a poetry reading Friday night.
3 comments:
this very night, the moon is half in shadow. my life is half in shadow.
The light halved it and the light will make it whole; the lighted moon is you and it's brilliant
wow. this one's good. although I like to think the moon keeps a half hid- on purpose maybe, or maybe, so many just don't know how take time to see the other half.
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