Radiology in December Moonglow

These long December nights
when the world is enigmatized
in snow and the eerie moonglow

makes me feel as though I am
on the moon myself, a strange
monochromatic sensation like

x-rays of my past and future
selves with all their worn-down
joints and collarbone knittings,

I cannot help but think of how
it would be if you were here
with me and we could see

each other in this light, skin
and bones and all the dark
and secret places made light.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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5 Responses to Radiology in December Moonglow

  1. sudhaanaiduu says:

    Did you write this your self :O? It’s so good 🙂 Followed !

  2. Ray Sharp says:

    Certainly I did, Sudha. Nice to meet you.

  3. gila_mon says:

    Very nice. Always love how the exactness of words in one context (monochromatic, collarbone) function in other frameworks. Great ending.

  4. Ray Sharp says:

    Reblogged this on The Bard of Liminga and commented:


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