Dance in the Full Moon

Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Friday, August 12, 2011

8.13

It is midnight, and the moon paints the fog in shades of silver. I breathe "gorgeous" as if the word is torn from my lips.

That has not happened since last I saw you.

8 comments:

  1. anelles47August 13, 2011 at 8:18 AM

    How romantic.

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  2. AlyssaAugust 13, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    Mmm I like this.

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  3. Robby Van ArsdaleAugust 15, 2011 at 9:51 PM

    Thanks. Sadly, I have no one to whom I may say it, so it is wasted on the internet.

    These three lines took me ten minutes to compose. Does that make me a poet?
    I say no, but I won't fight a different interpretation.

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  4. anelles47August 17, 2011 at 11:39 AM

    Methinks the Robby doth protest too much.

    (This is . . . ironic . . . since he just said he wouldn't fight it.)

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  5. Robby Van ArsdaleAugust 18, 2011 at 3:13 AM

    Ah, Shakespeare. How we do abuse your words.

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  6. anelles47August 19, 2011 at 9:47 PM

    Do you think he'd rather have his words abused or unused (clearly there is no middle ground)?

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  7. Robby Van ArsdaleAugust 19, 2011 at 10:54 PM

    I don't know. I really don't. I'm going to assume abused. He seemed like the kind of dude who would rather his words remain current, rather than being oldtimey.

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  8. anelles47August 24, 2011 at 7:32 PM

    That sounds about right to me. He ran pretty roughshod over other people's work . . .

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