This is a poem I wrote at Camp one night when I went down to the Pavalon alone to see the moon. During the week we wrote haikus in a class and I extrapolated some of the material.
Blakelock Moon
Blakelock moon
peers through black
cut paper leaves on flat trees,
crazed like a canvas.
The moon's strong gaze
in the soft bowled sky
spreads white light
where I walk
pulled upward,
unable to look away.
Haikus
The moon behind leaves
Flat trees like cut black paper
I am pulled upward.
White hole in dark sky,
Strong white eye in my window,
Moon pulls me upward.
Sun stripes down through trees.
The knowledge of perfection
Carries with it loss.
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