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...
I love the repetition and simplicity of it
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
Wow, I really feel this: the nothing new nothing new nothing new..........
Really love this, MZ...a forlorn feeling here.
I like the repetitive lines too ~ Nice work MZ ~
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...
Sounds like slow suffocation. Better break that glass, or at least buy a case of Windex.
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.
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.
Magical.....And sometimes things look better through dirty glass..........;)
Nothing new but your creativity...wonderful piece
i know i overuse this word with your poetry, but this IS stunning!♥
One thought that strikes me is that things outside of us (like dirty glass) do not change the reality of who we are. Nice.
Strong writing here MZ. Starshine has no chance.../the wind is still the wind/ dirty glass/ nothing's new x3. Excellent piece. Thanks
True and I love it!
The tone is sad, I wish there is more for her.
Love it! The moon is still the moon, the wind is still the wind. Elegant little poem.
The repetition at the end is especially strong.
Really beautiful, MZ!
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!
Lovely (well, you know what I mean) in its dogged simplicity. K.
You have an unerring ability to write outside the frame - such an eye for what lies adjacent to this vertical and horizontal world.
Haunting. Looking out, but not feeling. Nothing can get through.
A lovely write.Anna :o]
Melancholic feel here.
I hope she'll get a "break" (no pun intended!)Enjoyed your poem, MZ.
Don't know how I missed this, it's Beautiful.
This is lovely ... and I wanted more!
This is so true Mama Zen. Wonderful poem. Love it very much.Nothing changes and everything is changing ... life ... an ongoing movement
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