Longing for Borrowed Light

…then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see, and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair…
– George Bailey, It’s a Wonderful Life


Is it selfish that I just want
to gulp down the moon? What

would happen to all those lovers
strolling along, if I swallowed her?

Would they just stop where they
are, look at each other in a different

light, and part ways? Meanwhile,
I would glow, know the bling of a

thing I do not own. Am I mad to
want her moonly moan to be

my own? To howl for her silver
soul? My heart: a waiting stone.


PAD, day 25..

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6 Responses to Longing for Borrowed Light

  1. Mama Zen says:

    This is so cool, De!

  2. Sherry Marr says:

    Sigh. I think I just swallowed your poem, with its moon-like moan. Superb writing, as always, De. Your words are moonstruck.

  3. Wow. This is amaaaaazing. Great imagery!

  4. i’d love to see the reaction of those lovers…what a sneaky poet

  5. Shawna says:

    I am all smiles over this. 🙂

    I especially like that line break after “What” at the top … like, “Say what?!”

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