In Single Frame
September 18, 1977
NASA JPL Image P-19891
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What she held
close no longer
rests within her
enfolded arms.
Moonlight burns
out, too, he'd said.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
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Prop
What she held
close no longer
rests within her
enfolded arms.
Moonlight burns
out, too, he'd said.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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7 comments:
Again, I'm wowed by what you accomplish with line breaks. Here, in each stanza, the second line flips over what had seemed the meaning of the first. This gives the poem's sense of loss extra poignancy--because hope had burnt high in each of the 1st lines.
Agree - this exemplifies "The Redress of Poetry" that Seamus Heaney addressed in that book. The turn, the counterweight, the paradox. Exquisite work.
So much said in so little. Incredibly written poem on love and loss.
amazing & powerful, so powerful
I love those who have the ability to say so much in fewer words. Strong powerful piece.
this is amazing. you have created magic with those last lines.
I feel it disappear in my own hands. Sweet work, Maureen.
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