Fingernail Moon

This Morning ~ 5:30 am
Philip Larkin describes the full moon so perfectly: "Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!" However, I think his observations apply just as well to the waning fingernail crescent that I saw early this morning when I was awakened by the naughty cats:

High and preposterous and separate—
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,

One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can’t come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.

from the poem "Sad Steps"

Fuqua & Pine ~ Partners in Crime

Looking up at the Sky

That Vase

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.

by Philip Larkin
British Poet (1922 - 1985)

FOR MORE POETRY ABOUT THE COMFORT OF HOME,
SEE MY FORTNIGHTLY BLOG POST:
JANUARY 28th, 2010: SAYING THE OLD TOWN'S NAME

Above and below:
my simple copy in acrylics of the cover art
on one of my favorite mystery novels


Just Too Sad For Words