Sunday, February 26, 2012

Through Dirty Glass


The moon
is still the moon;
through dirty glass
she glimmers low,
but starshine
has no chance of getting through.

The wind
is still the wind;
through dirty glass
I've watched her blow
the pages of the days -

nothing's new,
nothing's new,
nothing's new.

For Poetics at dVerse
Also submitted to Poetry Pantry

32 comments:

Claudia said...

ha - there's nothing new under the sun..being separated from the moon and the wind by dirty glass makes me feel sad for her...even if she's just a sculpture...

kelly said...

I love the repetition and simplicity of it

Sylvia K said...

Oh, yes! Says it all and I, too, love the repetition and simplicity! Terrific as always, MZ! Enjoy your day -- even if it's through the dirty glass!

Sylvia

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, I really feel this: the nothing new nothing new nothing new..........

Bodhirose said...

Really love this, MZ...a forlorn feeling here.

Heaven said...

I like the repetitive lines too ~

Nice work MZ ~

Brian Miller said...

the repitition at the end is spot on with the feel of nothing new under the sun...and being stuck in glass is a sucky life you know...

Fireblossom said...

Sounds like slow suffocation. Better break that glass, or at least buy a case of Windex.

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hedgewitch said...

Yes, well, Biblical sayings aside, you turn the well worn phrase sideways here, and make us think--the sense of separation, alienation, is intense. The distinction between the bright moon who carries all before her and the trivial starlight is genius.

Chazinator said...

I like the poem, sense of place but still a mystery that the goddess evokes in you. The passage from the Bible did not immediately come to mind but it makes sense in some respect when pointed out. All in all, an excellent write whose silences create an air of mystery worthy of its object.

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Magical.....

And sometimes things look better through dirty glass..........
;)

Susie Clevenger said...

Nothing new but your creativity...wonderful piece

myheartslovesongs said...

i know i overuse this word with your poetry, but this IS stunning!

Victoria said...

One thought that strikes me is that things outside of us (like dirty glass) do not change the reality of who we are. Nice.

Fred Rutherford said...

Strong writing here MZ. Starshine has no chance.../the wind is still the wind/ dirty glass/ nothing's new x3. Excellent piece. Thanks

ayala said...

True and I love it!

oceangirl said...

The tone is sad, I wish there is more for her.

Gail said...

One word...fantastic!

Blue Flute said...

Love it! The moon is still the moon, the wind is still the wind. Elegant little poem.

Alice Audrey said...

The repetition at the end is especially strong.

Laurie Kolp said...

Really beautiful, MZ!

ab said...

I enjoyed this one on so many levels.

It gets me thinking of all the ways we set ourselves apart from 'god', life, each other...feeling disconnected...impermeable...

It also made me recall Thomas Aquinas' allegory of the soul as a window. Good stuff MZ!

Manicddaily said...

Lovely (well, you know what I mean) in its dogged simplicity. K.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have an unerring ability to write outside the frame - such an eye for what lies adjacent to this vertical and horizontal world.

happygirl said...

Haunting. Looking out, but not feeling. Nothing can get through.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A lovely write.

Anna :o]

janaki nagaraj said...

Melancholic feel here.

The Happy Amateur said...

I hope she'll get a "break" (no pun intended!)
Enjoyed your poem, MZ.

Daydreamertoo said...

Don't know how I missed this, it's Beautiful.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

This is lovely ... and I wanted more!

Chèvrefeuille said...

This is so true Mama Zen. Wonderful poem. Love it very much.
Nothing changes and everything is changing ... life ... an ongoing movement