Luna by Kaoru Chan

This was written for Read Write Word #9 over at Read Write Poem. I’m on a self-imposed sabbatical of sorts, but I’m slowly coming back — and I’m glad to be coming back. In this spirit, I offer this poem, “Luna”. Enjoy.

-Nicole
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I knew a woman named
Luna
and I fell in love.
I became her mad suitor,
my dilated eyes became drunk
and filled with oceans of her light.

I tried to love her.

I tried to measure Luna
with a diopter,
but I could not translate her beauty
into the empirical,
turn her magic into numbers,
speak her language with
with tongues of science,
or write her poetry
in mileage markers
and light years.

I tried to harness her,
tried bring her close to me
to touch her skin.

“You fool,”
she said.

“You never can bring me down
to stand on the shoulders of
red Georgia mud –
and you never will,
as long as you stand full-bodied
full-fleshed
upon the warm, sienna curves of Earth.

“Atop one woman,
you can never hope to romance another,
call her your own,
make her yours.

“The best you can do for me
is blink
as you stand underneath my light,
your face turned upward to mine,
and both faces shining and bathing
in this common congregational glow
native to my nighttime’s indigo expanses;

and write the poetry you hear,
faded, gentle,
singing in these pale spectrums
forgotten by those who cannot hear,
by those who cannot live,
and by those who cannot love
the night
except for its neon.
Write this poetry
sing these songs;

tell the world
that I am still out here,
dancing with my sisters, the stars –
and if they would only come and see me,
I would sing to them once again
and help them to remember
the spirit song choruses still breathing inside their cells,
inside their nuclei,
inside their atoms.
I would help them to remember
that they are still human.”

So I did –
and this is my mirror of the night
when I last saw her face,
heard this song in her light;

and now I sing it
for you.

Written 2/4/09
© 2009 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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