April 16, 2009 11:57 PM EDT
(Updated: April 17, 2009 05:55 AM EDT)
Empty
night vision's light.
I keep telling myself
orange can be a shade of blue;
a lie.
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Comments: 15
maddening platitudes
As orange is a "day" color, while night to me is sort of a blue-black, I read this to mean that the narrator is trying to convince himself that he can see in the dark.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
John W. and Andrea Thank you. Yes, we see what we want to see and it is hard to believe that the world does not feel like we do. Or rather it is hard not to want the world to feel like we do. It is all about perception. But the universe doesn't really care what we think. I know this poem is really broad-brushed play with the bones of poetry, but I like this form. It is really conducive to tight little contradictions. I started this one thinking about the poetic implications of the moon and what the light of the moon signifies: perception colored by emotion. So I wanted to write something simple about the moon stripped of the usual implications. Hence "Bare Moon".
Ann, Thank you for your comment. I view this poem as sort of a reversible emotional jacket and a study in contradiction and the nullification of contradiction. Empty/Vision, Night/Light, Orange/Blue, Telling Myself/A lie. And if you notice lines 1, 3, and 5 are negative while 2,and 4 are positive and I find myself reading this poem in several different ways that sort of flip back and forth between my emotional perspective and the ambivalence of the moon.
Flickering sky
Thoughts flip flop like a coin
Mooning the moon singing of loon
Breathing
You inspire.