Sunday, September 14, 2008

on a full moon

1.
i can see your face more clearly

the parts i don't want to see

that make this hole, the size of the

full moon

even more obvious


2.
in my yellow room, paper lanterns

on the floor

my chest toward the full moon

i open my ribs to let my heart

out


3.
i was hoping my heart would

leave

merge with the full moon

make it

new

4 comments:

paisley said...

gorgeously executed thoughts... sometimes i think that eloquent blurbs of wisdom are the most profound form of poetry....

holly said...

thank you Paisley

Scot said...

like this
first i thought the first stanza was the best--
now
all

holly said...

Thank you Scot...what changed your mind, if I may ask?