Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Moon music

like notes from a far horn
forlorn and slow
white egrets flow to and fro
below the setting sun
one settles on a limb

its slim silhouette
above the wet and heaving way
is charcoal grey, a stark
mark on the bright end of day
where we stray, far and late

we wait for the water's shift
watching it lift and sigh
like the shifting cries of settling birds
heard through the darkening air
and look, there comes the gibbous moon,

due soon to swell full,
it pulls the changing tide
it slides across the water's darkness
slipping under us and the boat
like a lone note from a far horn


Blogger marlyat2 said...

I see the snow has gone. Lovely blue sky in your photograph. Just now gigantic icicles are detonating outside my door.

In the past week I wrote a poem with the words "horn and "forlorn." Hard to think of that winding note without reaching for "forlorn."

2/28/2007 9:19 AM  
Blogger floots said...

love the way the internal rhyme acts as a kind of rhythmic onomatopoeia for the theme

2/28/2007 10:29 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

I had to look up Floots $2.50 word, but it definitely fits. Wonder what station I can pick "moon music" up on?? Fantastic poem!!

2/28/2007 2:39 PM  
Blogger Garnet said...

Hey MB. Just stopping by to say hello.

The smooth tone and rhythm of this poem are perfect for the subject.

David Garnet

2/28/2007 3:37 PM  
Anonymous Belle said...

A silent song, but so delicate and sensitive...

2/28/2007 4:05 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...

Lyrical, needs a sad minor key melody to float on.

2/28/2007 4:50 PM  
Blogger Susangalique said...

I saw a bluebird today and thought of you.

2/28/2007 8:43 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

I love the "notes from a far horn"--so evocative of the feeling I get when egrets appear--so unearthly...

2/28/2007 8:59 PM  
Blogger Tall Girl said...

I love the final stanza, evoking pregnancy and birth, and all the s s.

3/01/2007 1:19 AM  
Blogger Pauline said...

the repetition of the first line is so beautifully haunting

3/01/2007 3:17 AM  
Blogger alan said...

Every word touching my soul...

You are amazing!


3/01/2007 8:01 AM  
Blogger polona said...


3/01/2007 1:18 PM  
Blogger Firehawk said...


Wow, it's so pretty. I really enjoy the rhyme here, and that's unusual for me. I'm usually not at all impressed with end-rhymes, and you did it well enough that I found it very lyrical and flowing. I never detected a "forced" rhyme in here.

I like opening and closing the poem with the same line, as well. It provides a continuity and circularity that works with this piece.

3/01/2007 6:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think that the moon
Deserves a bassoon
But not a tromboon
Or saxophoon.

3/02/2007 12:11 PM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

awesome! i like the repetition of the first line

3/02/2007 1:34 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Bluebirds - not so easy to find. But lovely when they turn up unexpectedly. yes I like the internal rhymes too. Very clever.
Nice poem.

3/02/2007 4:03 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

I've noticed something I didn't before. In your poems, nature marks time, and sets the wanderer on his/her path again.

Thank you.

3/03/2007 11:57 AM  
Blogger Tiel Aisha Ansari said...

MB- can I snag something from your blog for the Ringing of the Bards carnival? If you don't have a particular preference I'll just link whatever's at the top by the end of next week-- let me know at


3/03/2007 12:04 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

There I was, having quite lovely thoughts about how to weave French Horns into a suitably elegiac comment, when Charlie just cracked me up.

Now all I can think of is "French Horoon."

3/04/2007 8:30 AM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Just the right shade of blue in your picture.

Beautiful words follow it...

3/04/2007 8:34 AM  
Blogger david santos said...

This work is very good, thank you
Good week for you

3/06/2007 10:56 AM  

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