This reminds me of a Japanese poem I can't quite remember, which we read in elementary school with our poetry teacher. A woman missing her lover, a line about her own hair or the night. Two years ago in NaPoWriMo I wrote, "I am so happy today that I dialed your number certain you would answer." That same sense of contagion, that joy makes more joy more possible, and the same with sorrow, I suppose — there's something intuitive about it.
The moon
has been missing
for nearly a week; and
you haven't called.
There may be
no connection,
but darkness
is contagious
and blood brother
to silence.
– Linda Pastan
in Traveling Light
oh poetry. i've missed you introducing me to new poetry.
ReplyDeleteand I STILL haven't mailed you that Vogue. Soon.
this reminds me of a song that we used to sing over and over again while camping in the woods:
ReplyDeletei see the moon and the moon sees me, the moon sees somebody i long to see.." :)
I love this poem - thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSL - And I have too much of it to share! Don't worry. Just before I move back in October.
ReplyDeleteodessa - Ah, those are sweet lyrics. Youtubing for the melody.
Priya - You're vair welcome.