December Moon (1999)
If loneliness breathes,
then rain is its heart,
always falling to its lowest point
before receding. Water graces us
daily in all its forms – the slowest
drop, the line of ice on the wall,
your breath, so soft and even
in the cool night. But no one,
no thing, can fill the void of
departure. You exhale and turn
away, and the air, with its empty
arms, embraces the space
you’ve left. I feel this daily,
whenever we part. At forty-one
I’ve known you half my life
but have loved you even longer,
through the millennium’s demise
and all that preceded or follows.
The brightest moon for a century to come
is but a shadow in your light.
It’s hard to believe that I wrote “December Moon” over eighteen years ago. Busy with books, work and life, I didn’t write much in the nineties. But this, the last poem of that decade, surfaced a few years ago. The sentiments are as true today as they were then. I am a lucky man.
Music: “Nightdreams” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
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Love the recording especially!
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Thanks very much!
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Beautiful, and you are lucky.
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Oh, I know how lucky I am!
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🙂
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Your voice breathes life into loneliness, while erasing it.
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Thank you, Ken.
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An incredible love poem, Robert. Yes, you are a lucky man.
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Thank you, Sarah. I am indeed lucky.
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Absolutely beautiful. A pleasure to read.
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Thanks very much!
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How does such deep thought come, Bob? Does one specifically sit and exert the mind? Or is it more like a flash of light at an unexpected time?
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I try to exert the mind as little as possible, Sudhanshu. 🙂 Mostly, my practice is simply to sit and write. Whatever comes, comes. And then of course I revise.
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Alright, Bob. Thank you. 🙂
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Lovely. I hope your father is making some progress. Not heard from Lissa for a while so thought I’d check in. Keep posting!
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Lucky indeed. (K)
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🙂
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Well done! Excellent reading.
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Thanks, Andrew. Much appreciated, as always.
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You’re welcome.
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Mesmerizing lyrics-music-voice. Especially “have loved you even longer” (than known you) – beautiful.
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Thank you, Jazz. Oh, those indescribable feelings!
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Indescribable, and yet … you are good with clues that lead the reader to FEEL what words can’t exactly convey.
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That’s poetry! Somehow the accumulated words work together to offer glimpses at personal truths.
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This is deep, emotionally powerful I dare say
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Glad it resonated for you. Thanks very much.
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My pleasure.
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You’ve made me teary again Robert, truly beautiful, good words stay good words forever. your a very lucky man
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Thanks, Ivor. I’m much luckier than the man in the ELP song. Ha!
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Yes Robert, haha, just an old song out my collection that I liked and it the appropriate title. 😊
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Most uplifting
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Thank you, Derrick.
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😎
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Thank you, Mairi.
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So lovely!!
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Thank you.
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You’re lucky indeed, to be able to pull something out from that long ago and find it still resonates. I look in my back-bag and invariably think “How could I possibly have written such drivel!”
Well, I’m really enjoying this morning’s visit here, over a cup of Earl Grey.
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Oh, you should see my “utter crap” stack!
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Will that be coming out as a chapbook? 😀
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And then consigned to the burn pile.
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