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History of the Moon
Nights go, sitting up
to tend this flame:
not the center,
where it burns fat and yellow
--the edge,
thin, blue, and infinite.
Other posts by James that I have enjoyed a lot include:
a week of silent images
the mystical
{I asked James to guest blog here because of one simple reason: he leaves truly meaningful comments whenever he reads blog posts. This is rare in the land of blog. Most people give very little time to what they say and how they respond to what has been written and photographed. James has the ability to read between the lines, to see the emotion that is not spoken, to understand and to truly listen. Thank you for doing this James. It means more than you know to receive comments like this.}
8 comments:
*holy goose bumps*
I first "met" James through a comment he had left on one of your posts. I was intrigued and wanted to know more. His comments never disappoint. And neither do yours, Claire. Thank you both for sharing this gift with us. Blessings of the Resurrection to both of you.
hello claire .hello new friend james . you know how much i cherish photos of the moon and the poem oh goodness such fitting lines to match the moon!
blessings . elk
lyrical words, just beautifully written
I really like how the branches frame the moon but also how they seem to be reaching for it. Works great with the poem, both very delicate somehow.
This poem pays attention to the small but significant detail, and it does it with the eloquence that I have come to expect in poems by James. What a treat to read it here tonight. Thank you for this lovely post.
Best,
Gigi
it is indeed a wonderful post...
it makes me happy.
This is perfect.
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