2.07.2015

Ways of Looking at the Snow Moon

Read a book aloud, observing
the space between words

A long hair in the shower looks
like the Madonna and child

Peek in on your sleeping daughter
blanketed in snowlight

Oncoming traffic headlight stars
are maybe moons

Globe of frustration
behind your eyes

Lost baby tooth,
canine

Still light
at 5:30

(With apologies to Wallace Stevens.)
Posted by Marian at 10:21 AM
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21 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 7, 2015 at 12:23 PM

    "your sleeping daughter blanketed in snowlight". I can see her. Beautiful!

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  2. Kerry O'ConnorFebruary 7, 2015 at 1:50 PM

    Each stanza immortalizes a moment - a glance, or frisson of light so easily over-looked by any but a poet.

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    1. Debi SwimApril 13, 2015 at 5:25 AM

      Kerry is so right - I esp love the first one.

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  3. Grandmother (Mary)February 9, 2015 at 3:28 PM

    A sleeping daughter blanketed in snowlight- a lovely scene.

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  4. hedgewitchFebruary 10, 2015 at 8:06 AM

    The visuals here are so effective a stimulus to the inner eye, Marian. I do find a soft echo of Stevens, but without that stiff steel he seems to slip even into moonlight, leaving the feel of snow, cold and sometimes too perfect. Here the light is white but gentle.

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  5. LauraFebruary 10, 2015 at 8:14 AM

    I too admire each moment revealed… a beautiful poem through and through.

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  6. Björn RudbergFebruary 10, 2015 at 9:13 AM

    I think the way all these moments tie to the snow moon in the title that gives this such precious precision ...

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  7. SuyashJFebruary 10, 2015 at 9:55 AM

    'the space between words' - lovely observation

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  8. Mama ZenFebruary 10, 2015 at 12:00 PM

    This is lovely. Not a wasted word.

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  9. WolfsrosebudFebruary 10, 2015 at 7:38 PM

    ah, those early morning hours....

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  10. Gillena CoxFebruary 10, 2015 at 9:33 PM

    "Peek in on your sleeping daughter
    blanketed in snowlight"

    very sweet....luv this

    much love...

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  11. Ian CurlFebruary 10, 2015 at 10:54 PM

    i only count 7 ways. this poem is only half-written. ;)

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  12. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2015 at 5:15 AM

    I wouldn't have caught the similarity to Stevens until you mentioned it and then saw two of his poems conflated. How to have the mind of winter and see it with a multiple eye? Dunno where you're holed up this February, but this poem feels buried under the weight of it. Something balanced between each pair of lines, is it the despair or weariness of having to think and see only winter?

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    1. MarianFebruary 11, 2015 at 2:09 PM

      Snowy western Massachusetts, though we have FAR less snow, and more room to pile it up, than our comrades in Boston and surrounds. Yikes!

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  13. OutlawyerFebruary 11, 2015 at 6:18 AM

    I really enjoyed this Marian--especially the parts about the car lights as stars or maybe moons and the transition to globes. Still light to me seems in part like "still life" as if each picture is a little still life of sorts. Though I also felt that it described this time of winter when light does go a little bit longer and we wake up to it. Thanks. k. (Manicddaily)

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  14. MargaretFebruary 11, 2015 at 2:01 PM

    "still" cold mean silence and all these things observed in those moments of calm and reflection… Beautiful

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  15. JazzbumpaFebruary 11, 2015 at 4:26 PM

    only snow moon light
    can illuminate the space
    between your words

    namaste
    jzb

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  16. colleenFebruary 11, 2015 at 11:07 PM

    A sweet scene that transports me.

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  17. MarianFebruary 12, 2015 at 6:55 AM

    Thank you, friends. Wasn't sure if all these images work but a few of them are keepers.

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  18. grapelingFebruary 19, 2015 at 1:13 AM

    all keepers, Marian ~

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