Lunar Crooner

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself. - Thoreau

who shot the moon

tonight it's blood red

reaching through darkness, it tucks me to bed

lighting the way and holding me tight

always there, no matter how slight

a slice of melon, it changes it size

unlike the sun, has no need to rise

never too heavy for heaven's skies

no need to diet to shrink thunder thighs

bending down to kiss the tops of tall trees

some say that it's made of tasty, green cheese

stalking earth and never asking, "please"

ruling the sea and owning its tide

married to earth as its orbital bride

many a soul's illuminating guide

puffing it's cheeks with a rightly sense of pride

standing time, tried and true

rarely changing its fine complexion to blue

Author's Note

" soon discovered that I was acquainted only with its complexion; and as for the moon, I had seen her only as it were through a crevice in a shutter, occasionally. Why not walk a little way in her light?" - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

a stellar ode to our goddess, luna. one can not help but look up at the night sky and be taken in awe by her glow. i remember a blood moon rising few years ago. on the way home, it was already dark, commuters were stopping and looking up, staring, some stayed affixed like that for minutes. i stopped too, thinking to myself how much i have taken our moon for granted. she is a celestial body of great significance to us.

[Pete]

most of us are so busy that we hardly even take time to look up. i've been seeing some great, glowing sunsets with great colors at the horizon. thank you for sharing real thoughts em.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. You evoke a lot of emotion here with your vivid imagery.

[Pete]

thanks twc. my mom was fond of saying, "full moon, empty head".

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete... the Moon has become a great Comfort to me... as I grow among Stars of Rhapsody. My Guardian Light in the Mist of Darkness .. an Eternal Earth who gathers the Serenity of Love and Vulnerability... softly, Pat

[Pete]

hi pat and happy thanksgiving. i've been seeing some terrific sunsets on the northern horizon too lately. the colors are amazing, we need only look up from busy lives.

as my muse thoreau wrote some time ago, "It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?"