Tag: Feeling versus knowledge

I went to the moon to see the noon;

But she wasn’t home;

So I waited and the stars came out;

So sky I plucked them from.

I wove some into a dress and

buttoned the moon tight;

To night I returned the rest and

wore the dream until light.

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Author’s note: I wrote this piece for my daughter while I was helping her with a piece of school poetry. I was just trying to teach her how poetry can help us express our desires–an attempt she refuted by reminding me “Who will ever wear a dress made out of stars?”

She watches Doctor Binocs and knows more that she should. Sigh! Knowledge can be so glaring, it is blinding.