Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Heart Moon

Okay, here's a repeat from my early posts, one of my favorite poems...

Heart Moon

Like rooms in a house,
I walk through gray tender thoughts
Of my long chased dreams.

Under the porch lie the strays
That rattle like angry snakes.

In my daylight hills
God moves, and coyotes move too.
My heart moon rises.

8 comments:

  1. I'm glad you pulled this out! The image of stray dreams that rattle like angry snakes really grabs me. I love the title, too. I've felt like this.

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  2. I loved this and am glad you are still spirited. I hope you are feeling better my dear friend.

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  3. So good to bring out old favourites. I hope you are on the mend.

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  4. I can see why this is a favorite. The snakes are pissing me off though. Everything else was so tender and slow to sly.

    Keep it down, snakes!

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  5. GD, thanks for Elvis' heart, I guess. You gave me yours a while back... ;)

    Karen, Yes, those snaky stray dreams are why this is one of my favorites. It is a literal surprise sometimes. Those are NOT my snakes. They belong to the poem and did not appear until I got to them. I wrote off a picture of a ramshackle shack with a porch and then thought that there were probably snakes under that porch, and the country looked like Rattler country. So that photo was the Author of the best part of this poem.

    {{{Cherie}}}
    Thank your for your hope. Trust that I think of you often, dear.

    Rachel, I am getting there but it is a slow process. I was a childhood asthmatic with serious food allergies and then got good help and also outgrew stuff. Now all that seems to be coming back.

    WIAW - Too bad... That poem was the inside of my head, not yours. ;} Those stray dreams that make noises are mine, not yours. You are more than welcome to have only soft and gentle stray dreams if you can swing that... I wish you the best of serendipity in your quest. However, I would recommend letting them make noise if they want. Stifled stray dreams might not be a good thing.

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  6. Hmmmmmm... you capture so much of human thoughts/emotions in this nugget of a poem... lovely :)

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  7. I can see why it's one of your favourites...

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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