Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Flat-Head Moon (Walking Poem)


The Waxing Gibbous Moon is just a little off, not quite yet the Full Moon held close to our romantic hearts.  But she is fully adored by some of us...as she takes her celestial  journey and grows and shrinks and grows back. Over and over again in our lives. Best to take a look at her now!

Flat-Head Moon..................

Just at dark, I walked that path
to the street mail box,
then saw you, looking quite round,
and once again, was held
gaping and wordless in your spell.

Photographing your pale head
from every angle and through fragrant
pines and bleak skeletal limbs,
I carried all that weight of paper
back up the path
to my house and to theirs…

Distributing theirs in a neat pile
onto a rustic bench on the porch.
Opening my door to warmth...

I quickly laid it all out on a day bed
with sleeping cat, 
and deemed  most every piece of mail 
to be money-seeking, and thus manipulative,
damaging to my soul...  

So packed it all up in my arms,
went outside to that blue re-cycle bin,
and committed paper to rotational “GONE,”
however engaging the ornaments and Santas…

Inside again, I shrugged and thought 
of shopping catalogs (all of them)
as small compelling blights
upon the sky’s intent to smile...

And, once again, Dear Moon,
paid silent homage
to your growing—not yet perfect—
but sublime, and giving face.

On 11.27.12

Jacuzzi with Kay Weeks

1 comment:

Denée Barr Art News and More said...

A great time of year to write about the moon, the Waxing Gibbous Moon~~~~~~~.