De mure De moon

She walks in the open at night
wrapped in white sheets wet from sweat
that darken in every crevasse
by her movement

She speaks in shapes of words
by the phase of the moonglow
and knows she is watched, barely
as she pulls the threads closer

lightly, it was the way she cast
down her eyes
dutifully does not speak
until spoken at

The careless sashay,
the way her hips open
to accommodate the frame
that holds her

Embellished, a facade
shiny with optimism,
buffed and presentable as
Potemkin villages
de mure

But the light from
her being
there shifted and softened
features receptively

In decent she saunters
the skies, timidly taking her place
outside public walls
where no artificial light falls

She sees purely, clearly
she is not needed to light the way
for others to see, but every so often
she brightly becomes
full of herself.



Image by Luis Ricardo Falero [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The Devil in the Details-From Notes Taken (Haiku)

the moon set on an
idea, and the wind blew
off the words: (List-in).
















Image by By Galileo moon phases [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Light cycle

The scalding star
                      bursting in beams
gives way, in due time
                      Tho not without a heated conflict
our only satellite set on high
                     sending signals where no one
can hide from the wrath and the aftermath

Both positions be known
                      observed and heeded
the dynamic cycle, black and white
                      from day to night
the changing of Our guards

who compose the length of our sentence                    
wardens we watch back.




Image by Henri Théophile Hildibrand [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Girls go to Mars

I need not see to believe-
this presence of Ganymede.
We were led to learn,
our blue planet Earth-
was alone soaking in saltwater.

But you showed yourself-
Ganymede.

I rose early too, like those stargazers,
eager to see what they wanted us to believe
was a Blood Moon-
but she was just blushing,
rosy from her fullness.

Like Eos at Dawn,
there you were again,
in the company of dead poets,
attending the school of contemplation.

Rising first, in rings around dreams,
taking lullaby swings, at gravity-
Who thinks nobody is looking-
thirsting for Truth.

Fixing the future, diving into their divinity,
stuck swimming in the stars;
unable to reconcile, to beguile or even manage
a simple smile to reconcile but choose denial,
Ganymede.

This galactic, Earth-shattering news about Jupiter
Intro-speculative chattering, simply makes me feel stupider

Composed 3/14/15.

Image By NASA/JPL (Ganymede's Trailing Hemisphere) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.  

Partly Moony

Do you ever notice the moon

still up

when the sun is out?

It's almost as if

we jumped ship

or planets rather...

Did you know that the planets are all considered to Be

“Heavenly Bodies"

-despite being Full and Round: Misshapen and Edgy?

Do you think la Luna is ever jealous

of our mesmerization and infatuation

in sunrises and sunsets: the ominous, important, Solar Eclipse?

(forgot to foretell) I wonder why don't we start at night

(dark abuzz) I wonder why not, awake from dark till dawn?

(too much fun) ‘cuz we'd all burn sleeping in the sun.

We seem to only care, predict, and talk small in our weathered way,

observing her minute phases, all around Helio's plans for the day,

our mandatory compliance-participation-with his lackadaisical display...

Where, O’ where are all the star-crossed

lovers of night, blind with delight

when the moon shines her loveglow, set on spotlight?

“Calling All Attention”

To those not paying attention

when comets wink and fall.

By now, you're waning in care

from obscure sliced crescent ideas

shadowy slivers of shy: you’ve watched these Anonymous nights go by…

Harvest or Blue: Blood or King,

Christened by a haloed ring.

Named the “Lunar Province of Mankind"

as recorded in old Hermetic nocturnal notes.

I noticed the moon in the afternoon stalling

like me, afraid of the dark, of Time,

rapt by the pull of the moon.

Incredible image of the full moon By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons