Rose Moon, open.
Strawberry Moon, fill
our mouths with sweetness.It is the month of marriage,
weddings under arches,
long dresses and dress coats.Women marry men, men
marry men, women marry
women, inconstant humanspromising constancy, forgetting
how you fade, how you pass
from fullness to absence; frompromise to amnesia. Bless
these brides, these grooms.
Scatter your light upon them.
and every june i live to regret my decision not to become a divorce lawyer......
Posted by: paisley | 18 June 2008 at 07:21 PM
"Constant in the darkness, where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar."
Such was Joni's experience with constancy once. (She didn't need no piece of paper from the city hall keepin' her tied and true.)
Ah yes, her moons and Junes and ferris wheels....
Posted by: Jannie | 19 June 2008 at 12:12 AM
What a wonderful poem. The third stanza was especially poignant.
Posted by: Mo | 20 June 2008 at 08:16 PM
Bless us all as we pass away slowly or at least wave at us as we drive by.
Posted by: David | 29 June 2008 at 04:36 PM
Oh we are indeed inconstant. Would life be worth anything if we weren't?
Posted by: Timaree (freebird) | 23 April 2009 at 05:09 PM