Moonrise
Moon rises fair and fleece.
Dark crow upon the fence outside.
Night thought, like snow concealed.
Lies dance like fireflies.
Have you noticed that?
Between sight and thought,
pane of glass, invisible, soft.
Yet touch that shallow moon
and all outside comes within,
dressing you.
Warmth of finger leaves its mark.
Passing breeze takes even that,
leaving behind sidelong glance.
And the message
He’s gone with me.
Left here, stranded candlelight.
And starbright looking in.
Neil Reid © 2005
bearly audible 
Alluring imagery….. Your words linger with me…. thank you!
Thank you for your generosity with me. You let my purpose smile for a while.
And maybe you’ve given me an idea, which if it works I’ll let you know.
I am just returned from the Puget Sound in Washington, not really yet settled back, but maybe I should let it remain as it is for me. Life keeps being new, unknown to me.
Well then , glad you are home safe and hopefully full of ideas!
May I ask…. how long have you been writing poetry?
Ha! Well all that I’ll take serious credit or debit for is since as you see posted here, 1996. A quiet but sincerely accepted epiphany of sorts was the beginning then. And much initially then that now makes me cringe to read. Yet understanding says you have to begin how you begin, allow that you might and may learn a better voice. Hopefully, hopefully! Self-taught is slow but stubborn I suppose.
Too liberally over-spoken in regards to “love” initially I think, whether rightly or wrongly done. Don’t use that word much these days, yet I hope you can read, understand, how it is implied as a stance quietly expressed. That took me some number of words to learn, if you’ll allow the phrase.
More than you asked, isn’t it? But then, you asked! And here’s the result, along with my refrain of appreciation for your interest here.
Well, there is one more. For being shy-of-kind I’m also not so shy. Leastwise about the writing process, for one, however wisdom also says, write, don’t explain. And I’m working to turn my on and off, to more on again. This blog does help as a tool towards that intent. Maybe soon as well, something more of prose to offer here.
You, and others here, do make a difference too.
Clearly this is your rightful “purpose” ….you wonderfully show us and never tell us …. we simply venture out with you!
In regard to , “a stance quietly expressed”…..Love is the mortar which holds all of your words together….and it stands firmly on its own.
Thank you for sharing Neil…..
Oh dust away if they are all moonglades like this…yes moonglade is a word…it is that reflection of light upon the water… an elegant touch that, yes?
I wasn’t sure where to go…a bit naturalistic, but it suits:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/07/we-write-poems-114-engraved.html
Lovely. Simply lovely.
Wonderful style, Neil, so much that is implied. This is a most poetic epitaph!
with the dust removed….even better…..thanks for sharing your words Neil
That is a real poem – what an epitaph!
Lovely piece, Neil!! I find it interesting that your first stanza with “fleece,” and “snow covering,” contrasts with an image of a summer, “firefly,” great to liken the blinkingness of the insect to lies…
I like the likening also of the pane of glass…that invisible barrier between seeing and thinking and the next segment feels like a sacred encounter, being touched and absorbing that warmth.
I love the sound play of stranded and candle!! Excellent poem, Neil!!