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Sunday, December 14, 2014

Nocturne


NOCTURNE

I am a lover of the moon and silence,
Silence milky as the moon,
Moon radiant as silence.
Silence is silver fish in black water,
Moon, bright flour and hot yeast,
Rolled into a fist,
Exhaling as it rises.

Push night against day,
Leave a small opening
—the moon.

Feed the wind
So it lies quietly,
Rising with effort
—silence.

Faraway plume of white smoke,
Twilight crossing the border,
Comet in exclamation,
I see, not hear.
Heartbeats quickened by grief,
Engine roar beyond the wall,
Secrets spoken in a dream,
I hear, not see.

Blinded by the moon, I call out in my heart to silence striding into blackness beyond earshot.

Originally published in Boston Poetry Magazine (September 4, 2014)



Moonlit River (2007) by Greg Seman

3 comments:

  1. December 14, 2014 is the memorial of St. John of the Cross in the Roman Catholic liturgical calendar.

    Gonzalinho

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  2. The moon is a symbol of enlightenment in Zen Buddhism.

    Gonzalinho

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  3. Photo courtesy of Greg Seman

    Gonzalinho

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