Naked Body of Dreams

Poetry by David Deyo

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Crescent of gauzy Diana,
shy and discrete, smudge of
ashes on the firmament,
on the skin of a noonday sky.

The scrutiny of holiness,
a serene, unblinking eye
in the unclouded canopy,
defying the urge to wink.

You're a languid recluse
who refuses me hearing
and taunts me, retreating,
to the lost lip of time.

I should hazard to greet
your face, gazing unworldly
as it peers from behind
the plain sight of mortals.

But you catch me unprepared,
swinging me in the sway
at the ends of puppet strings,
dangling me from a stare.

Your dot of salt seasons
the visions of walking sleep,
the grit beneath my rapidly
closed and fluttering lids.

About the Poem

This poem was inspired by a sight that never fails to delight me, namely the moon appearing in a blue sky. I was walking in downtown Portland at lunchtime and caught sight of the waning moon on a clear day without a cloud in sight.


This poem is previously unpublished in print. It was finished August 27, 2005.



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