The Dark Side of the Moon
This morning as the sun
was rising, I thought I saw
the dark side of the moon.
The waning moon was a
crescent of silver, its dark
side a curve of indigo blue.
As the clouds shifted, they
covered the dark side that
I was sure I had seen.
Was I seeing what I wanted
to see? I’ve done this so
often with people,
thinking I’d seen the whole
of someone when their
dark side was obscured.
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Diana Day won the poetry prize from a chapter of the Poetry Society of Texas as a teenager. She then worked as an advertising copywriter for ad agencies in Atlanta and New York City. Now retired in the Blue Ridge Mountains, she devotes her time to writing poems. She is a member of two poetry groups as well as the North Carolina Writers Network. Her work has appeared in Types & Shadows and will appear in Witcraft in May.
Yes–the correlation between seeing the moon and thinking we see someone whole. Thank you.
Thanks, William. I’m glad you liked it.