Monday, December 11, 2006

Tripping on Silence: Intrepid and Starry

The moon lies on her back
Cold sober
Bereft of the low lying hills
Supine under the indigo sky
We speak in tongues
Waking the birds
Speeding by lighthouses and
Clam shacks and pavement

We may have disappeared
Once or twice
Only to reappear from
Bay to bay
In successive epochs
Of coquettish, ruinous trysts

-passing and passing us by-

We're stretched out in the sand now
Wave upon wave
Falling short of bare feet
The sea's intimate tide
Bound to the moon's toes
As she gazes over the horizon

Across the sea and through zones
The dawn smiles organic
The blue of a Chinese sky
Chasing the stars home
Through neutral white and
neutral view of us and light

Back at the house
The flight after flight of stairs
To her room over the peer
The sombre freckle on her chin
I kissed as we said goodbye

13 Comments:

Blogger GEL said...

Masterful use of personification
I also love how you intersperse rhythm reminding me of the tidal pulls of the moon and/or phases:
"bay to bay"
"passing and passing us by"
"wave upon wave"
"flight after flight"

12:50 AM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Sounds quite the lovely evening
very sweet and serene.

inspirational

Many posts of the moon I have read today

so I must write

7:45 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

We're stretched out in the sand now
Wave upon wave
Falling short of bare feet
The sea's intimate tide
Bound to the moon's toes
As she gazes over the horizon

your words are entirely waves upon my soul..many thanks for your inspiration

9:51 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

gel - If there's anyone who knows anything about the moon, it's you. Thanks for the compliment!

ozymandiaz - Thank you.

"Many posts of the moon I have read today." Very Yoda.

Write you shall.

iamnasra - Thank you for the visit, and for your incredibly kind remarks.

We specialize in soul around here.

10:57 PM  
Blogger Echo said...

Soft and quiet
and solid, like that freckle
delight

12:25 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

The title alone is a blast of wit. ^_^ (Loved it!) With that and lines such as "coquettish, ruinous trysts," I reckon the wordsmith in you has been stretching muscle, working out, so to speak.

p.s.
I read the comments above and your reply to them. I almost keeled over, chuckling till my tonsils hurt, when I read Yoda being mentioned. Heehee. ^_^

7:10 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

echo - That freckle is a delight!

_soulless_ - Thanks! Yup, pumping mental iron.

p.s.
Ha! Yoda fan we are?

6:18 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

From I to VI, my dear. From youngling, yes, I have been. ^_^

(To be his padawan, oh, I but swoon! *bats lashes*)

3:36 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

(To be his padawan, oh, I but swoon! *bats lashes*)

Hahahahaha! Oh, god. I nearly fell out of my chair when I read that. I don't even know what it means exactly, but I love it. It sounds... saucy.

And I think you and Yoda would be the wisest, most nimble couple in the galaxy. Hands down.

(This is going somewhere. I feel it.)

3:18 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Chuckling as I read this thread.
I, too, loved your Yoda reference, but I'm far too shy (or is that sage? *wink*) to sashay into this witty word thrusting.
>>>Skips away to dance in the moonlight, because if I awaken my "honey-do" he will groan (from lack of sleep).

12:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We may have disappeared
Once or twice
Only to reappear from
Bay to bay

These lines will remain with me everyday, reminding me of what I need to remember. They are powerful. And the words in here are so lovely, sometimes, taking me away to a place I have been so often there. I hope you are having fun chasing the stars home and kissing damsels goodnight ;)

5:14 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

gel - Shy? Not you. Couldn't be. Hmmm...not sure about sage either in this case. But I like your incorporation of the word "thrusting". It sounds devilish. :)

p.s.
The image of you dancing in the moonlight made me think of Rusalka, a Tchaikovsky nymph.

sz - Your words are too kind. Thank you.

Yes, I'm trying to squeeze in more than a little time for star chasing and damsel kissing. You know what they say about all work and no play ;)

8:23 PM  
Blogger Diana said...

i sent this mass text out, like two fridays ago:

"the moon lies supine on her satin black sheet. she wants you to climb the atmosphere, to the troposphere, to the stratosphere, and do her."

oh, blarney. looks like you're the original. i'm just paste.

1:21 PM  

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