When branches try to capture truth in moon
the year unwritten scribble silver words from moon
It bleeds in melting snow — the sentences
unknown, as silent phases of the moon
Of rhythm independently – their song.
in syllables as soldiers of the moon.
The conductor waits in cobwebs past
as curtain falls – interpreting the moon.
He needs to find the tune but not the beat,
as even year can waltz and swirls with moon.
To find your path, for just a while look back
embrace the past then follow sheen from moon.
Its language is the silver caught in sieves
that’s spilled in waters — don’t unbear the moon.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.”
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
The first challenge of the year Susie gives us a selection of quotes to write poetry from at toads. I found the new language one especially interesting. The paths and roads have been used so much, so this one was interesting to set into a ghazal that I haven’t tried in a while.
January 1, 2015