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Kate…A Story poem…

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Katie
was born outside
on a clear night
under a crescent Moon

the first thing she saw
through her blurry vision
was that beautiful sliver
of white
hanging in the sky above her

she cooed
at it
and kicked her feet

opening and closing
her tiny new fingers
she reached out
toward the Moon
and the
Moon
took notice

the Moon looked
down
and saw a new daughter
one of Her very own
so She placed
a crescent birthmark
on her wee right arm

Katie
fascinated
with the Moon
sang to Her
every night

she sang about
the Moon’s beauty
she sang about
Her kindness
and when Katie closed her eyes
the only thing she ever saw
was that beautiful crescent Moon
smiling down at her

so if you hear someone singing
about the wonders
of the Moon
and the night sky
it’s probably one of Katie’s songs

but

if you listen carefully
in the dead of night
and you hear Katie
singing
and understand the words
then you may be one of the
Moon’s
children as well
it never hurts
to check for a birthmark
on your right arm

The moon and beginnings…

Moon, Reach, Dream, Fantasy, Ladder

the moon belongs
to everyone
anyone can get there
as long as
have a ladder
that’s long enough
well
one that wouldn’t
fall over
when standing up
which might be a
PROBLEM
but that’s not the
ONLY PROBLEM
there’s always the
atmosphere
still we shouldn’t let
anything get in our way
of our dreams
if we have the ladder
that’s the beginning
a way to start
and life is all about
starting
that’s the one thing
you can never
ignore
you have to
start
or you’ll
never
get anywhere

 

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The Shadow of your smile…

The Moon and Stars…a poem

she couldn’t keep track
of all those
who had gone on
before her
so she asked the Moon
when it was in its crescent form
if She would hold a star
for each of them
in Her arms
that way
she could
wave at everyone
and send them
love
the Moon said
She would be happy
to oblige
and from then on
whenever the Moon
was a crescent
She held the
girl’s loves
in Her embrace

A message from the moon…

Moon, Satellite, Space, Crater, Sky

You know I don’t shine, right?  I don’t have a light of my own, I borrow the light from someone else, but that’s okay because light is there for all of us, isn’t it?  I mean, you can’t stop the light, can you?  Somehow it always finds a way, like when you close a door but the light seeps out from underneath it, so you put a blanket over the crack and the light shoots out from the top, or the side, because light just keeps going and you can’t put it out.

I’m all about darkness.  I like darkness.  Well, I wouldn’t want to live in complete darkness, the way it’s going to be when everything is dead, including the light, but you know what I mean.  I’m not like all the other natural things floating around out here.  Someone put me here, as a base, of sorts, so there is that, but still, I’m not going away any time soon.  Soon being relative, of course.

Meanwhile, you humans attribute all kinds of things to me, Goddesses, scary stuff, night crawlers, moonwalkers, well, you can make up your own list, everyone seems to have one.  I’m on the cover of a lot of books by Poe.  Along with ravens, but you would know all about that, wouldn’t you.  At least those of you who love the dark, or think you love the dark, without knowing what the dark really is.

See, you have never known true darkness, the darkness that makes your eyes so useless that you touch them, to make sure that they’re really open.  That kind of darkness, the kind where there’s a complete absence of light.  The kind of darkness you don’t ever want to know.  That kind of darkness will paralyze you, make you afraid to take a single step, not knowing if you will fall forever, or find something to receive your foot.  Disoriented and paralyzed with fear, your hearing will take over, and while you will listen for any sound…you won’t hear anything at all…because true darkness eats sound, it eats everything.  Your heart will race, so will your thoughts, as they quickly go through the file cabinet of your mind, looking for a reference that will help you understand what’s going on but, of course, there is no index card for true darkness.  No one could write it.  No one could read it.

True darkness is the dark that people should fear.  Humans need light/sight to navigate, to make sense of their reality, but true darkness also eats reality, turning it into feeling, into fear, into a longing for a swift end.

When the universe ends, all that will remain will be temperatures so cold, humans don’t have the brain capacity to even understand them, and true darkness.  Uncountable numbers of dead stars and planets will hang suspend, in pitch black nothingness. A fitting end, don’t you think?  A reflection of humanities love of violence and death.

But wait,  for every ending there is a new beginning, isn’t that what you humans say?  Always another door, waiting to be opened? I wonder what will be on the other side of the next one?

I’m pretty cool. I mean, I am the moon, after all, and yes, the pun is intended.   But I have a question….  Do you think, that when your star starts expanding, and you begin to feel the heat, war will continue to rage, and greedy men will still fight for more power?  Do you think they will wake up long enough to realize that the end is right in front of them?  They won’t be around to see the oceans evaporate, but I wonder…when everything is dying, will they still be trying to get more for themselves?

Dawn…

the
sun
was
bright
and
yellow
the
moon
a
silver
gray
their
edges
touched
and
mingled
turning
darkness
into
day

dusk
reached
out
and
kissed
the
dawn
they
mixed
their
dusty
rays
they
said
goodbye
and
closed
their
eyes
and
then
went
on
their
way

Darkness and Light…

“Where are you going?” he asked, stretching.

“To hang the moon,” she laughed. “Where do you think I’m going?”

He looked up, “Is it that time already?”

“You have been napping,” she said, smiling at him.

He rubbed his eyes.  “So, time to go?”

“Yes, my sweet.  It’s time to go.”

“We are never together long enough,” he whispered, sadly.

“One day we will be.”

“Always ‘one day,’ but never today,” he sighed, his light dimming, as her moon began to nibble at the edges of his sun, pushing him away.

“Until tomorrow, then?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“Until then,” she answered.  “Shine brightly.”

“I always do, my lovely Shadow.  I always do.”

She closed her eyes and embraced her darkness knowing that, in spite of what people thought,  she could easily overcome the light.

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Pictures from the Moon Party…

The Poetry Slams were fabulous, so was the dancing.  The Ice Cream Bars were delicious, as were the star cookies.  Everyone had a wonderful time.  The cats and bunnies were the highlight of the night.  They took four curtain calls and the audience threw popcorn and flowers at them because they were so outstanding.

The Moon Party has begun…pictures tomorrow

Terry and Candy are part of the Welcoming Committee.  They are high in the air chirping to all who enter the auditorium.  Excitement is high and a day, and night, full of activities has begun.  There will be two Poetry Slams, one after breakfast and one after dinner.  The cats and bunnies have worked out a tumbling routine, which will be seen for the very first time.  It’s supposed to be wonderful and everyone is looking forward to the event.

Sleepover…

The chicklets had a Moon Party sleepover last night.  They are getting geared up for the party tomorrow.  They brought their telescopes to the sleepover but the moon didn’t come out.  They focused on the Rubber Duck Pond instead and then looked at each other.  They had lots of fun and even though it was too cold to sleep outside, they sat around the fire until the hens told them to come inside for ice cream and cornbread cookies.  They’re on their way to breakfast now.  The poets are getting together to practice one more time and then it’s last minute checks by the Stage Crew and they’re good to go.

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