I Confess

Alison Luterman is a poet, essayist and playwright. 

Her books include 

The Largest Possible Life, 

See How We Almost Fly, 

and Desire Zoo.

Poetry Corner - The Silver Circle

Touch the silver chain,

Precious links wound ‘round your neck.

Let your fingers stroke

The tiny silken circles.

The cool of metal

Against the warm heat of skin.

Each link is a word.

Forming thoughts.

Creating ideas.

Weaving stories.

What words do you hear?

“Once upon a time…”

“In the terror of the storm…”

“Look to the west, the sun is rising…”

Listen to your heart.

How does your story end?

Search, find the last link.

You know the one, sad but true.

Tired not broken,

Holding the silver circle.

Staying together,

Not willing to be destroyed

What are the last words?

I love you eternally.

                                    - Mary Quast

Poetry Corner - The Moon

In this busy week, take a moment and enjoy the world around you. I love the day, but I prefer the night and the midnight sun. My favorite is when I can see the moon during the day. Sit back and enjoy my rambling.

The Moon

I looked up from the cement world

and saw the moon today.

What a pleasant surprise!

He may have even looked my way.

I stood in my white cloak

Made of angels small.

I wanted to find my voice

But my body headed the call.

Every night I look to him

Wondering if he looks back at me.

Perhaps when I turn around,

He casts a glance to see.

Did I give him a smile?

Did my heart jump on my sleeve?

He graciously walked away,

Oh, the webs that we weave!

My mind tells me that he is dead,

My heart calls out to him.

I pray for him each day,

My hope never grows dim.

Only at night to I stand to gaze

In my cloak of white.

The small angles sleeping

Hidden from sight.

I speak in soft whispers

I’m sure he never hears.

I just wish for him to know

How I hold him so dear.

He loved me once then

Cast me to earth.

But my love remains,

And admiration grows from this dirt.

Memories of tenderness come

Rays of moonlight caress my skin.

Emotions never forgotten

But hidden within.

With my arms, I reach to the moon

Embracing the light cast below.

I’m sure he does not see me,

To him I am only a shadow.

I was surprised to see the moon

In the daylight, alive and well.

Tonight I will send him a smile

And in the shadow’s I will dwell.
                                                                      - Mary Quast