Unfinished Poem

(after Mark Strand)

In the drifting of the moon over the waters 
she saw a past fear jumping to the future :  

Rain was falling on her husband’s grave, while  
this poet was moving into her house, in the rain.

In her old room the poet was writing a poem about
a woman who strolled under trees and saw death. 

In her thinking of death and him thinking of her
 the wind shifted away, the moon left, away.

The poem was left  unfinished in the turning  dark.

Posted

April 12, 2024

JONATHAN MOYA

Tags:

creation, death, incompleteness, inspiration, Poem, poetry, rain, Unfinished-poem

Comments

4 responses to “Unfinished Poem”

Sharon’s Writers Tidbits

April 13, 2024

Very nice!

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Dawn

April 15, 2024

very effective and creative!

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Jane Pryce

April 26, 2024

What an incredible image you leave in the readers mind. I am enjoying discovering your poetry.

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JONATHAN MOYA

April 26, 2024

What a nice complement. Looking forward to hearing more of your comments.

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