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Sometime late
tonight I will be
sitting in front of
the fire, tucked into
the rocks and out
of the wind, with
my dog by heels and
my husband beside
me, and I will look
up to the north and
see Luna in her
full, fat splendor.
I will imagine on her
silver face, upside
down though she seems
to me here, a smile
as smooth as the Mona Lisa.
And you, you who I
love with a heart as
big as that moon, will
be so very far
to the north, and
I imagine you
will look to the
south and see her
rise, and we will both
be watching the same
full moon from
opposite ends of the world.
And I will imagine
her as a mirror, and
send a shimmer as you
so often did with
shiny things
when the morning sun
spent its wealth on
our breakfast table, across
your face where
my hand would otherwise
be, offering a gentle touch.
Gin Getz 
Its amazing to me that we all share that same beautiful moon.
Wonderful, wild, brilliant and beautiful!
So beautiful, Gin.
(When I went to NZ, I didn’t look at the moon’s face. Why didn’t I? Too filled with amour! I met my sweetheart there cause he was working in Arabia.)
You cause me to wish we’d insisted our mother write poetry. She quoted it to us, but if she ever wrote a poem, it’s dissolved into her love for us.
A Shared Moon….with its image of loves looking north and south at her….simultaneously…..that’s going to stick with me for a long time…<3
Truly beautiful Gin. And the photo of that flower is lovely. I like that shade of red/rose/maroon (?). What kind of flower is it?
Hollyhock! Hope you are quite well, Ann!
Thanks Gin. Yes I am well :-)
Very fine with the flower, too! If you have time to play … I wonder it would look like if the triplet form were broken up into longer stanzas. It’s so narrative… what would happen if that flow moved more openly through the poem? I have no idea, but my hunch is that it might be amazing, too. best, Harold
You tend to be right… let me give it a try.