Moonstruck

At dversepoets.com today we are writing about the super moon.

Clouds covered the super moon last night where I live. Disappointed I was not in a place where I could see the moonrise, I imagined it emerging from the east, filling half the sky - when the curve of the earth is such that it appears to be much closer than it actually is. As in the movie "Moonstruck", with 'Amore' as the theme, the moon took center stage as it appeared from outside a bedroom window, while others sat down for a meal, and while the old man was walking the dogs at night. My, how they howled at its sight.

With scenes filmed in an old New York, it could have been set at the time of the last super moon in 1948 , a period story of Italian families caught up in the many sided emotional angles of love. Producers can be creative with cameras, and to me, it was the ideal big yellow moon for lovers, one I hope to see someday with someone special.

A settling down time
the full harvest moon honors
our plenty, our love

                                                                                  

Field of dreams..

The smell of hay and horse -
 she lifted the latch of the wooden fence
How does one really know
when one stays too late
for one or the other's sake;
what is it about fences and fate?

She fill the water trough,
puts wild oats in the feed bag,
 Large nostrils spray saliva on my shirt
The two lovers dallied by the barn
his arm around her waist -
the blazing sun went down

The sanctuary of a heart welcomes
and echoes love's shouts and
occupants step in it's open door
When someone occupies one's heart, 
then leaves, never to return,
is it in the finer scheme of things?

It was so perfect,

to ride those long summer days

Her withers shuddered
as her buckskin hide was brushed
Sable eyes sucked in affection,
boots closed the fence gate with a slide

He left her when 
he said he loved her most
She felt it seep into every pore
During a lifetime, she wondered,
how many have just one day
like their 10 months before?

Like being served warm apple pie 
with two scoops of ice cream -
 The sweet tooth of youth
is the sweetest illusion
One can't really lose love
if one doesn't have the best kind


Does life imitate art mostly?
Or did she simply borrow him?  
Did it really happen?
She wanted to know true answers,
what she did wrong?
She built better fences with her pain
keeps her horses in meadows green
 What does she sing  for a refrain?
For if one blots out the blood

it still leaves a stain




Claudia at dversepoets.comasks us to write about seeing things around us, looking at them differently.