Sun and Moon 7
Old Woman weaves a crinoline from stars
she plucks roses from the void and turns them into haloes
nochebuena blossoms on the perfume of her breath
the cardinal’s song is a crimson voice hidden among leaves
mercurial in the moonlight
Old Woman coils her relentless cage
one by one the cardinal’s tunes are imprisoned
a butterfly impaled on a moonbeam
the last note of his song
rogermoorepoet 
Beautiful woven d carpet of sun n moon for BUTTERFLIES.
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Again, for me this piece hits on such vivid contradictions…The Sun and the Moon…It is really a stunning work.
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You have the advantage of being able to read it in context, Tanya, as well as being able to spend time on the serialized version. I wonder how this affects your reading. You know the complete narrative sequence, yet you are trapped daily by the individual sections … interesting … I am very pleased to see that it still holds your attention across time and space.
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I pick up on different nuances with each read. I wish I had time to read everything that way.
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That’s a great insight, Tanya. We have been taught to skim for information rather than to deep read for pleasure. The deep reading allows us to think and rethink, link and relink. Only this second type of reading allows the larger part of the artistic content to be savored.
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I needed to back track on this roger…😊
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