Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Woman in the Moon..
















The Woman in the Moon...


I am slightly out of the circle,
yet hold two poles together
I always take a neutral stance
I've searched the world for meaning
and rode on a bicycle in
the Tour De France

On pure, clear nights, I watch
true love bloom at water's edge
as men stoop to one knee
I fill souls with romance
I am the woman in the moon
watching my own shadow dance

Making my rounds, I pull tides 
and pour moonlight on the sea
I show off my radiance
I am mainly in a state of flux
Concerned about my privacy,
I take breaks to reflect

I observe crucial world events
Buttermilk tears in vanilla eyes
I see such suffering and pain
I hope for peace, but in vain
Tides and calendars I chronicle,
my moods are illogical
Follow me as I wax and wane

I steal across curves of the earth
My role and face change frequently 
I am a prop for owls and bats,
you see,
and frequent listener to lullabies
Find me in Tarot Cards and art
I love pussycats and sunrise

I scowl at storms who keep me
from sending inspiring quotes
to Yeats, Gibran, and Anin
I breathe Lennon songs across 
a celestial terrain,
encourage spirits pioneering

I cast moonbeams in subtle ways,
I blend with any crowd
Of dreams I am a weaver,
sailors sing Amore' out loud
I invite believers
I grab stars and rearrange them,
 put them back again

People in Miami boast of my eggs
I eat grapes, rye bread and cheese
Wine causes me to blush
the shade of an orange martini
Cows jump over me
I've seen the birth of a hermit thrush

Before I slip beyond the horizon
or disappear in wisps of blackberry smoke,
I kiss all the children goodnight
Proud of the guidance I provide,
I am the woman in the moon,
Lucky lady, shining bright




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19 comments:

  1. What a great lady and what she can do, everything there except the target for howling beasts

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    1. Ha...I covered all but the howling beasts and the kitchen sink!

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  2. I like your take on the prompt. People talk about the man in the moon but she is a woman - Diana, Luna, Chandra, Phoebe, Artemis, Selene, and Hecate, and I've probably omitted a few!

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    1. Thanks, Kim; it's so true...I am heading your way.

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  3. We are one lucky children to have a mother moon looking over us Kathy. This is my favorite part:

    I cast moonbeams in subtle ways,
    I blend with any crowd
    Of dreams I am a weaver,
    for sailors, a symbol of Amore'
    I grab stars and rearrange them,
    invite more believers

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  4. Oh I truly love sooooo much about this! Everyone knows the "man in the moon" image -- or at least I've heard that since I was very very young. But to think of the Woman in the Moon -- absolutely lovely and wonderful and awe inspiring. I love sooo many lines and most especially these:
    "When I see such suffering and pain,
    buttermilk tears fall from my vanilla eyes"
    Absolutely wonderful!

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  5. There is such a gentle rhythm and rhyme to this, like the tides themselves. Just wonderful.

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  6. I adore the ground, history & myth covered in your piece, illustrating how integral the moon is with we wee folks dancing on the ant's nest below her. I wonder what the history of the concept of "the man in the moon" really is, certainly not legend, myth, or ancient religions.

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  7. I love mother moon! I love the next to last stanza, especially seeing the birth of a hermit thrush. Wonderful images in this moon.

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  8. This is the first response I've read written in the first person and it works so well. You make me want to write another.

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  9. Gayle Walters RoseAugust 30, 2016 at 11:03 PM

    I used to think of the man in the moon but through the years changed her into a mother figure. I just love your poem...so much detail in this as your mother moon looks down upon all.

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  10. A motherly figure...and so many colours and shades...beautiful!

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  11. pouring moonlight on the sea and riding in the tour de france...my two fav parts - ha - the moon is a mysterious creature - isn't she...smiles

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  12. Nurturing liGht..
    Mother Moon's
    tides oF loVinG
    niGhts..
    coveRed
    by dArk..
    hidden
    by cLouDS
    buT only source
    oF liGht
    roads
    home Love..:)

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  13. I especially love this pioneering bit =)
    "I scowl at storms who keep me
    from sending inspiring quotes
    to Yeats, Gibran, and Anin
    I breathe Lennon songs across
    a celestial terrain,
    and encourage pioneering"

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  14. So much goodness can the moon extend with its subtle shines! Very much so Kathy!

    Hank

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  15. Dropping in for a very late comment...sorry, but I'm so happy I did. Your poem captures all the wonders of the moon so vividly. I love the pouring of moonlight,how she watches her own shadow dance and "wisps of blackberry smoke". Just beautiful. The fourth stanza really touched me, as I thought of how helpless she might be watching our world's dilemmas.

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