Distraught Sister Moon,
I see you up there, pacing around,
wringing your hands,
"what to do,
what to do,
what to do?"
Down below, all hell is breaking loose:
bombings, shootings, drought,
famines, floods, melting icebergs,
forest fires,
wildlife fleeing in terror,
no where to hide,
dangerous people with bad hair
behaving badly.
I see you trying to efface your fullness
quickly, perhaps thinking
if you lessen your roundness
the populace can return to calm
under a slice of moon.
But when were we last calm?
By your light, madmen and prophets collide.
By your light, poets seek truth and beauty.
By your light, we dream of a better world.
You have stopped pacing.
You like where this is going.
Okay, hear this:
By the Light of Your Silvery Moon,
on earth
(perhaps in vain)
we dream,
we dream,
we dream
of peace.
One from 2018 which fits the times we live in. In 2018, the person with bad hair behaving badly is obviously He Who Shall Not Be Named. LOL. Sharing with Desperate Poets open link.
If we might be patient as the moon watching us...
ReplyDeleteI could visualize you shaking a finger at Sister Moon. You mean business, she should worry.
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DeleteDreaming of peace as the chaos unfolds around us... out of control... hope the moon becomes a calming force, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteIncreasingly I wish the moon would slim to a scimitar and scythe the human plague (at least the ones who worship bad hair), but Selene baleful only passingly. I love the sweet succor she leaves in the grace of this lucence. Thanks for returning its shine here.
ReplyDeleteI wonder also what the moon really thinks of us--this is as good a version as anyone could imagine.
ReplyDeleteI love the positive affirmation, or at least that is how I chose to receive it, as the closing lines. In a way, I love how your poem serves as a reminder that The Moon is always there in the sky, to bond with and hope, for more fruitful hope.
ReplyDeleteI wonder of they'll let him have his comb-over in prison?
ReplyDeleteReally so little has changed! All hell is still breaking loose. But we dream of peace!
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