New Moon

I have no idea what to call
this new moon, bloated yellow balloon
stuck in the tree branches

I have no idea what to call love
you cannot have, like long motorcycle rides
I’ve never had across the moon-lit desert

I have no idea and the moon tells me even less.
But one thing for sure I do know, that this
moonlight is not enough to fill my heart.


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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One Response to New Moon

  1. Rosemerry says:

    oh ! that second stanza. i think i will write a poem about experiences i’ve never had … what a great idea. actually, i did group poems with fifth graders on those lines, with the theme “things i did not do over spring break.” for instance, i did not get eaten by an eight foot alligator. I did not go to peru. i did not die. it was a lot of fun … this one takes that very playful theme and twists it with real struggle. there are many definitions of poetry. that is one.

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