Monday, September 4, 2017

Always, A New Moon Rising

photo by Jon Merk


I am well water, salted with tears.
I am the chill in a September morn,
through an open door.
I am Memory
of other chilly autumn mornings,
come full circle,
as the many seasons pass.
I am evening closing in early.
I am bathing in
the reflection of the moon,
rising silver and serene 
in the evening sky.


I am a new blade of grass 
pushing up through the earth,
and I am the bent and brittle 
straw-like, yellow stalk
at the end of life's road.
I am river-breath and ocean-fog
and an old weary, wondering spirit, 
rising.


Looking through my eyes
is the one who is 
doing the looking,
the one who watches, still and quiet,
as I cavort about like a bumbling fool.
She knows. I know that She knows:
fire and rain, joy and pain,
and always a new moon, 
rising.


A poem from 2014, to be shared with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads .


21 comments:

  1. Three years and still refreshing. She is timeless... enchanting... here...

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  2. Birth and rebirth, cycle of life..............

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  3. Love! My new favorite:
    "I am a new blade of grass
    pushing up through the earth,
    and I am the bent and brittle
    straw-like, yellow stalk
    at the end of life's road."
    And inside? Always the one who knows. Than you.

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  4. I like all the I ams. Such a beauty Sherry & wonderful photo.

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  5. I am memory..come full circle and ..always a new moon rising... what fabulous images, inspiring lines. Love them Sherry.

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  6. The moon hasn't failed yet albeit there's been a few eclipses where/when it hid's from us. The Moon, Sun, and stars are safely there, away from man,s careless, and some times evil, hands. Have faith: "Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. (Hebrews 11, King James Bible), and 'Now faith is the substance of things ... '"
    ..

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  7. Always, a beatiful one Sherry!

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  8. She knows indeed. Wonderful writing Sherry.

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  9. So many things from that knowledgeable mother ... love the river-breath and ocean-fog

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  10. I am river-breath and ocean-fog
    and an old weary, wondering spirit,
    rising.

    This is soo beautifully poignant 💖

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  11. These full circles of time are so sad - wise and wonderful words Sherry

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  12. What a magnificent poem Sherry. How you always seem to make sense of our place in world even though the words are tinged with sadness.

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  13. So much is happening right now. The salt if tears spreads thin. The hope in your new moon is worth stretching and reaching for.

    Happy Tuesday Sherry

    Much love...

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  14. Although tinged with sadness, this poem to me give hope in our tomorrows - always a new moon rising. Very lovely.

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  15. fire and rain, joy and pain,
    and always a new moon,
    rising.

    So much to look forward to even though it has always been there!

    Hank

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  16. So peaceful, and I love:
    'I am well water, salted with tears.
    I am the chill in a September morn,
    through an open door'
    and
    'I am river-breath and ocean-fog
    and an old weary, wondering spirit,
    rising'.

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  17. Something about this line really touches me: Looking through my eyes is the one who's doing the looking. Sigh.

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  18. I am a new blade of grass
    pushing up through the earth,
    and I am the bent and brittle
    straw-like, yellow stalk
    at the end of life's road.

    Lovely - how we can be both...

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  19. I've had those green grass moments, but I am further into the bending, brittle days it seems. Beautiful poetry

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