Tired and cold
she came to a clearing
beside the river
and set herself down.
There, the moon.
The moon.
*
Not once had she dreamed
to bring the moon any closer.
Not once had she wished
it would move any faster.
*
How to stay in this place
of not wanting
not needing
not wishing
not hoping
not reaching, not knowing.
*
At the edge of whatever
she thought she knew
she leaned
until the only thing
touching her
was nothing.
*
Sometimes a story
ends. Sometimes it
plays again. Sometimes
we see through a story
to see ourselves.
Damn! I think I’m going to cry.
hey! that would make two of us! Tell me, can you see the video on your screen? I can’t figure out how to get the darn thing to post …
Well, I need to click “So Full, So All Alone: You Tube Video Link” first, then I redirected to YouTube. Unfortunately, my connection at this hours is so busy so I can’t watch it due to the buffering problem.
I was touched by the words you write. When I finish with the buffering issue, I tell how’s the video.
Thanks for the help, and for your kind words about my words. Finally figured out how to make the movie attach, though not with you tube. Blessings to you, R
Hey wait, something change…. there’s a you tube screen on your this post…okay I’ll let you know as soon as I watch it.
(I don’t need redirection)
AHAA…I’ve watched the video, it’s creative in my opinion.
If I may suggest you should be take a more clear picture of a moon, because the surrounding is to dark so it will confuse the viewer whether it was a real moon or not.
The song is matched.
And if the narrator is you, I think you should put more feeling into it, just think that you are the moon, and you feel so alone. I bet your intonation will change perfectly.
Great feedback, really great. When I redo the movie, I’ll implement all your ideas! I love this notion, to think I am the moon and recite that way. Thank you.
so, so beautiful. wow, rosemerry….
The weave between song and poem is very nice. “At the edge of whatever she thought she knew…” is a great line, and that stanza, a superb resting place. A fullness and emptiness. The last stanza plays well on the video, but the one before it is where the poem when it finds its way to the page ends for me.
At the public library, so I hit for the video. (Later, I’ll bring headphones so I may receive the full effect.)
I, also, like “At the edge of whatever/she thought she knew…” Moreso, though, I think I like, “How to stay at this place/of not wanting/not needing/…”
As these things happen, my FB haiku for today also concerns a moon. How lucky for me, being in such exquisite company!