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Kate…A Story poem…

Fantasy Microphone Singer - Free image on Pixabay

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
took notice

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

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


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


The Shadow of your smile…


I wanted the sun to look battered, distressed, and beat up but I don’t like the way it tuned out, so I probably won’t use this one for a wee poster. Maybe it needs craters.


This is a reblog. I did it a long time ago but just came across it and thought it was perfect, since it’s nighttime.

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?




Comet PanSTARRS and a crescent moon…from Astronomy Picture of the Day


Artist Trading Card/ATC

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