same moon, same stars,
same chance to believe it’s the best
night of my life
July 6, 2015 by Rosemerry
same moon, same stars,
same chance to believe it’s the best
night of my life
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged happiness, invitation, poem, poetry | 2 Comments
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I like the repetition of “same” to emphasize what goes unnoticed. I wonder about the word “best” because it tends to rank(le) the notion that noticing is what this poem is about.
this exact time is _always_ the “best,” for all the previous times are (now) memory, no longer real. and times-to-come are dreams and hoped-for—again, not real (at least yet).
but then, since “best” does denote a comparison, and there is no such in the present moment (what else is there to compare, we only have this “same” now) so maybe anon is right: ranking what is solitary does rankle.