MUSING ON THE MOON
The October moon shone brightly through my window tonight. Strange. I had not noticed it before. Then, it occurred to me that moons don't shine. They reflect sunlight. That sunlight makes the moon appear to shine. Poets must pine & sigh.
Reflections lack the romance, lack the autochthonous timbre of genuinely engendered light.
After ruminating this subject of faux-moonlight, I looked again for it, and the moon was gone; and with it, lamentably, my muse, to await another subject.
Friday, October 2, 2015
musing on the moon
MUSING ON THE MOON
The October moon shone brightly through my window tonight. Strange. I had not noticed it before. Then, it occurred to me that moons don't shine. They reflect sunlight. That sunlight makes the moon appear to shine. Poets must pine & sigh.
Reflections lack the romance, lack the autochthonous timbre of genuinely engendered light.
After ruminating this subject of faux-moonlight, I looked again for it, and the moon was gone; and with it, lamentably, my muse, to await another subject.