back”… those lines made my imagination start rambling: Moon is nothing more than a mirror shining back at you, both your joys and your tears. When you raise your eyes towards it, it reverberates your innermost corners of the soul. No lie. Its halo doesn’t amplify nor diminish the reflection you projected. So start dreaming, fill your world with magic if there is none around, for you have to give first in order to receive… (And be cautious what you offer. Nightmares await at corners, grinning)
But I imagine that coyotes can’t dream… they don’t know how nor can they feel magic. Their world, our world is oftentimes so limited…
Wha? Coyotes can't dream?? Navaho wisdom says 'All animals know more than you do.' I am always cautious when I begin to anthropomorphize animals of any variety.
Hmmmm sone commentators are reading this as a positively toned ode to a lover - I am blasted by the anger and resentment and sense of vengeance imagined and real. Do we take the meaning of words from the dictionaries of our own hearts of experience?
I think that it depends a great deal of what you carry inside. When reading a poem you project a bit of your own soul into the words along with your scars, patches, and niceties
It is the readers responsibly to provide their emotional reactions.
The third stanza is a perfect layering of a literal reading with a corresponding implied projection of the man's feelings about what she has made him endure, kudos for that. That is hard to do without little contradictions.
"You'll need a hundred thousand tomorrows to get through today" love that line ❤️
Oh baby, this is terrific……
Has me imagining a solar wind whistling / howling through moon craters. Love this poem ❤️ 😊
Great poem! “I never yet heard
the moon howl
back”… those lines made my imagination start rambling: Moon is nothing more than a mirror shining back at you, both your joys and your tears. When you raise your eyes towards it, it reverberates your innermost corners of the soul. No lie. Its halo doesn’t amplify nor diminish the reflection you projected. So start dreaming, fill your world with magic if there is none around, for you have to give first in order to receive… (And be cautious what you offer. Nightmares await at corners, grinning)
But I imagine that coyotes can’t dream… they don’t know how nor can they feel magic. Their world, our world is oftentimes so limited…
Wha? Coyotes can't dream?? Navaho wisdom says 'All animals know more than you do.' I am always cautious when I begin to anthropomorphize animals of any variety.
If you take it literally then you may be true, I don’t know… However, if you use your imagination then coyotes may represent something else…
Yes, true. Then again, something else after that. So it goes, huh? Best wishes to you and yours Ethan.
Yes, why not? Have fun playing with ideas! 😃 Best wishes to you too
This is beautifully written
Hmmmm sone commentators are reading this as a positively toned ode to a lover - I am blasted by the anger and resentment and sense of vengeance imagined and real. Do we take the meaning of words from the dictionaries of our own hearts of experience?
I think that it depends a great deal of what you carry inside. When reading a poem you project a bit of your own soul into the words along with your scars, patches, and niceties
a perfect piece
I love the imagery of this poem. The ending is both eerie and wise too.
Very strong lyrics over all.
It is the readers responsibly to provide their emotional reactions.
The third stanza is a perfect layering of a literal reading with a corresponding implied projection of the man's feelings about what she has made him endure, kudos for that. That is hard to do without little contradictions.
Then you finish with a cliche
Turned on it's head.
Bravo.
This poem rattled my brain awake, it's so good. Ornery message delivered evenly toned. Love it
Pow! My indigenous name in Metzli, moon. I get this. Super. Thanks
Surprisingly good.
Chivalry ain’t entirely dead.
May I share this poem on Linkedin? I share what I find interesting there... :)
Sure thing!
How did you know I was about to vgo into the 10 minutes before a Solstice ZOOM event?
This is soooo good.
"You'll need
gunpowder in your next drink
to blast me out of your bloodstream."
Love it. 🙏