Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I thought I heard...

I thought I heard the sound of the moon
pouring silver onto winter's branches
braiding ribbons between thorn and bramble
breathing secrets through the ocean's whispers
I thought I heard the sound of the moon

I though I heard the sound of the moon
holding tears and wishes for tomorrow
flickering through tangled frosted lace
carrying the tender hope of sorrow
I thought  I heard the sound of the moon


  1. my thanks to Pisces Iscariot for the line that got this one going

  2. Oh what a thing of beauty to wake up to and for my eyes to rest on. For she is surely this. I am loving this, you. So soft and gently in her beauty.

  3. I heard the moon.

    Holding tears flickering through frosted hope.

    I heard the sound of the moon.

  4. SarahA-- well, thanks for this lovely sentiment; glad this was a treat for you.
    Gerry-- thanks for all you say with that one word.
    Punch-- thanks for the plunderverse ... i like the version you have woven, here.

  5. I like the appearing split between the two verses. The first offering a way through the thorns and the second promising a gentle sorrow of the sort one feels at minor discomfiture.

  6. WM-- thanks for this nice distinction; glad you enjoyed.