THE MOON, 3 POEMS — Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

1 The Depth under the Moon Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine […]

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I See With My Heart

Part-Time Poet

I see a saucer of milk
skimming the treetops,
I see over a dozen twin droplets
shaken from a pair of whiskers
and my heart
stops.

I see the icicle stars
diamanté paw prints
padding across the whole sky,
I see a half-smile
soon to be a grin
and I swear I see the moon slumping
heaving a contented sigh.

I see with my heart
as well as my eyes,
maybe that’s why
tonight of all nights
the earth seems so very
alive,

if only my tongue were long enough
to drink every last sight up,
and if only I were tall enough
to reach out and give the world
a hug.

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il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”                  –  Buddha

 

“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.                       –  George Carlin

 

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”      –       Anton Chekhov

 

il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

a man in the moon?

or so they

tell us in

rhyme and

verse

*

so be it

i shall

go to him

in the dark

a pilgrimage

*

finding solace

in each of his forms

devotedly he returns

watching over me

in slumber

*

dreaming peacefully,

breath comes soft and easy

in benediction

he showers me

with stars

*

Bisous,

Léa