Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Prop (Poem)

In Single Frame
September 18, 1977
NASA JPL Image P-19891


What she held
close no longer

rests within her
enfolded arms.

Moonlight burns
out, too, he'd said.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas


Peggy Rosenthal said...

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.

Beachanny said...

Agree - this exemplifies "The Redress of Poetry" that Seamus Heaney addressed in that book. The turn, the counterweight, the paradox. Exquisite work.

Linda Rogers said...

So much said in so little. Incredibly written poem on love and loss.

rudyan said...

amazing & powerful, so powerful

Kathryn said...

I love those who have the ability to say so much in fewer words. Strong powerful piece.

Anonymous said...

this is amazing. you have created magic with those last lines.

Ruth said...

I feel it disappear in my own hands. Sweet work, Maureen.