Monday, November 2, 2009

the distant moon
uncovered as clouds move
into November-
yesterday's mask
discarded

8 comments:

  1. Very nice, Kristin :)
    somehow, this reminds me of the times i threw stones at the moon-- really, a tiff with someone and moon was my prey often :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. Oh yes, most of the time I give it back....i meant those times when i have to take it to myself,

    Now, this is crazy talk! :)

    devika

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  3. Lovely... thanks for sharing dear :)

    Take care

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  4. I love how you did that Kristin...translating yearnings into coherence :)

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  5. The question I had in the second I finished this poem was: what is today's mask like? Will it be recycled? Or thrown away? And: is mask something evil? Or does it hide and show in the same moment? Very good, Kristin.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  6. Thanks everyone!

    Ralf-on the surface, the mask thing was a play on Halloween being the day before...but this poem has a deeper meaning for me as well...not something I want to share, but let's just say that there was something that I was hanging on to that I've needed to let go of for quite some time...and I've finally let it go. Now I feel like I don't have to hide from even myself about it anymore. Very liberating! :) With a new month came a new mind set for me and all is well again. Thanks for your comment!

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  7. Wow! This is great Kristin.
    I've just posted this at Paper Moon as part of a comment. For you maybe...

    changing again
    clouds
    across the moon

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