Nightcap
Stars of champagne
are bubbling over
from the moon’s bowl
of sparkling light
~ Is the moon half empty or half full? Before climbing into bed Sunday night, I peered out my window to see where all the light was coming from. Happily, I discovered the moon was half full, balancing in the sky like cup. Inspired by the image, while drifting off to sleep, my mind began to craft a poem; but when I woke up the next morning, all memory of it was lost. Or so I thought…
While visiting Leanne’s site, Artist by Nature, Monday morning, I noticed the word “bowl” in her post. It immediately triggered my memory of the moon the night before. Although her mention of “bowl” was of an entirely different entity than the one I was thinking of (LOL), it enabled me to recapture the image I had forgotten and finish my poem.
And so, I offer Leanne the above concentrated little sip of a poem in the manner of a toast across the blogsphere. Cheers!
Comments
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Posted by: Harmonia | February 7, 2006 9:30 AM
half full or half empty?
i say it doesn't really matter, sooner or later you're bound to spill it! ;)
Posted by: Lu | February 7, 2006 9:39 AM
Ha! Lu, when I looked out last night the moon cup was starting to tip and the light was spilling out brighter!!
Posted by: colleen | February 7, 2006 9:53 AM
Always half-full! Isn't it interesting how the mere mention of one word will spark a reminder in us?
Posted by: kenju | February 7, 2006 10:08 AM
Lovely poem. Lovely photo. Lovely sentiment.
Posted by: Simply Coll | February 7, 2006 10:34 AM
I enjoyed your poem and wanted to share a poem I wrote about the stars.
The Journey
Imagine the stars that glow in the night,
Without the haze of the Earth's inner light,
Shining like beakons lighting the sky,
Answering the questions of Who, Where,
and Why.
--JB
Posted by: BlessedSoul1 | February 7, 2006 12:02 PM
Lovely poem Colleen. I am in awe of anyone who can write poetry. I think it is the most difficult arena of the expression 'with words'. And to be able to paint a complete picture with so few words is pretty extraordinary to me.
Incidentally, the Ballet that was created for the film "The Red Shoes" is based on the Hans Christian Anderson story. You might enjoy seeing the choreographer and directors vision of that HCA Story in the film.
Posted by: OldOldLady Of The Hills | February 7, 2006 12:21 PM
Poetry is such a delicate mixture of ordinary words. But only a few can do it right! oh, the moon. So fascinating.
Posted by: mar | February 7, 2006 1:00 PM
Always half full...I loved the poem...the words suited that photo more than perfectly.
Posted by: dena | February 7, 2006 1:45 PM
Ooo I love your poem! I so wish that I were referring to your bowl rather than mine. I am glad though that I kickstarted your memory! It's really an unusual position the moon is in, I can't recall ever seeing a half-full-moon sideways. Thank you for the mention, I'll hold the bowl for you any time! ;)*
Posted by: Leanne | February 7, 2006 2:58 PM
The night was clear here and the stars were quite bright around the moon. They could have been bubbling out of the moon's bowl.
Great poem.
Posted by: srp | February 7, 2006 3:09 PM
I love the image of the bowl. This photo looks like a bowl with dry ice, it's vapor forming swirly, delicious clouds that hide all the mysteries of the universe.
Posted by: vashti | February 7, 2006 5:10 PM
The photo, clipped from google images, doesn't do the moon written about in the poem justice. That one was LUMINOUS with light.
Posted by: colleen | February 7, 2006 5:20 PM
How lovely to get that poem twigged and back from the brink of wherever poems go. It must be nice, that place they all go to, with fuzzy mittens and lines of poetry all over the edge.
Posted by: Pearl | February 8, 2006 1:59 PM