Sunday, May 15, 2011

forms emerging

isaak levitan the moon at twilight

the pale echoes
of the passing day
rain upwards
as shadows rise to light
the dance and the dancers
turn the music inwards
into a single slender thread
comprising
the singular
thoughts
of a man
under moonlight

8 comments:

Lilith said...

The moon is lovely tonight. It's funny because as I came out of Home Depot tonight I looked up and wondered how many others are looking at the moon tonight.

steven said...

lilith - all over the world people see that same little world passing by. the variety of their experiencing is staggering and reminding of the extraordinary fact of being human, animal, plant . . . . steven

Reya Mellicker said...

Thanks. Reading this, I was able to breathe a little deeper.

In spring it always feels to me like the green world is reaching up to the sky, raining upwards as you say.

Happy Sunday, Steven!

steven said...

reya yeah, it's like the earth and the sky reach towards each other. steven

Meri said...

Ah Steven -- you bowl me over with your words.

Linda Sue said...

What Meri and Reya said- also that photo of the levitan moon is utterly peaceful, (sigh), yes, can breathe again...Thank you!

Pauline said...

The shape that poem takes is so evocative of the words! Beautiful...

OceanoAzul.Sonhos said...

steven, moonlight is confidant of the man, separated by one imaginary line of mutual understanding.