Solitaire
You think of me as a cluster;
no unique flavour or scent, rather
a bouquet of random limbs,
an indiscriminate gathering of lips.
I will not be a grain upon a beach
of grains, however bright the glitter.
I will not be another star of white
upon frozen fields.
I would rather remain the moon,
singular, no matter how distant.
no unique flavour or scent, rather
a bouquet of random limbs,
an indiscriminate gathering of lips.
I will not be a grain upon a beach
of grains, however bright the glitter.
I will not be another star of white
upon frozen fields.
I would rather remain the moon,
singular, no matter how distant.
posted by burning moon at 8:52 PM
4 Comments:
I like this very much!
The unnamed colours
in the aura of the moon
what a beautiful line! Thank you.
I'm fine, but buried under the mountain of my most important essay this year which is due in on Friday, so it will be a very intense week for me.
Thanks for the suggestions too.
Hi Pris, it's always good to see you are feeling well enough to pop in here.
i don't understand the however
in the last line. i read
this the other day, and have
come back today and still feel
the same way.distance would usually
make someone apt to feel singular,
but however right there
sets up a split or a tension
which is, logically -
amd even emotionally -
not quite right
other than that word/line
i really like this poem
j.
Thanks john e. I meant that the moon is singular even though it is so distant and lonesome.
So would rather be individual even if it means being far away and all alone.
Is that how you read it?
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