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November 2009 
New Moon
Posted on Aug 11th, 2007
by 
Ron
Ron
New Moon
But there's nothing there,
It's paleness somewhere
Between memory and possiblity.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I should
Look more carefully into that blackness.
Maybe it's growing from a speck of night lint.
Maybe I should keep watch, overseeing its
Development into a radiant source of longing.
They say pull on the skeet range
And something is shattered but
The new moon says pull and we
All lean forward a bit with only
The vaguest intuition of something
Out there, gesturing to us:
"Come on."
But there's nothing there,
It's paleness somewhere
Between memory and possiblity.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I should
Look more carefully into that blackness.
Maybe it's growing from a speck of night lint.
Maybe I should keep watch, overseeing its
Development into a radiant source of longing.
They say pull on the skeet range
And something is shattered but
The new moon says pull and we
All lean forward a bit with only
The vaguest intuition of something
Out there, gesturing to us:
"Come on."
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I especially like the night lint. it reminds me of the way nightskies can become a mix of star and planet and planelight and firefly. beautiful poem.
Laura, you've defined night lint better than I ever could have. Thanks for your kind words
It's paleness somewhere
Between memory and possibility.
oh for the beauty of that somewhere!… (some would say… that somewhere is life itself)
Hey, Ron first time reading your blog. I didn’t realize your were so prolific. I love this poem, especially the last stanza about the skeet shattering when someone calls pull, compared the pull of the moon. I keep thinking about your advice. Jenni
Catherine, yes the poem is about life, you're right. And the always present possibility of renewal. The “come on” signifies that as well.
Jenni-I'm glad you liked it. I'm looking for your next poem. Thanks for your comment