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| (Image from Astro Bob) |
Moonset
Watching
the almond
slivered moon
slice quietly
through
night,
like a
Ginsu knife into
devil's food
cake,
I hold
audience
beneath a
coven of
stars
conferring
above
the boulevard.
Through a
tainted skyline,
the lunar mistress
descends
midnight;
her ivory
negligee
tarnishes
to beige,
then
to ocher,
then to
umber,
like a
croissant
overbaking
in the oven.
-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"
My Poetic Notes:
The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I was inspired to write this poem based upon one of the many times that I used to spend driving in my car for "personal solitary time." And, sometimes, I would drive to Wasatch Boulevard (which is a road that overlooks the Salt Lake Valley—and that also runs along side a small stretch at the end of the Rocky Mountains) and I'd park there just to enjoy the view.
And—one night—I saw the most incredible crescent moon that I had ever seen! So, I watched transfixed as the moon was setting, until it had totally disappeared behind the horizon. And the moon changed color, while descending, as "The Lunar Mistress" passed through the many layers of atmosphere near the horizon. And I was so moved by the moon's beauty that I wrote this poem.
And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."
This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.
-Paulee
https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com
This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 007 was edited on January 17th, 2023.
"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]
