Apollos, we made our visits
there are maps made of the moon
& no goddesses to draw down
can anything
surprise her now, after
clouds caul her new face
imitations of second sight
meaningless to stone
that has orbited everything once
our flags are there, faded
& shadowing the surface
flags mean nothing to eyeless gravel
& solar wind
what are metal
& striped fabric to her?
we could have sprayed our existence
like graffiti artists:
MAN WAS HERE
temporary things
we like to leave evidence
on an eternal scale
strutting
our shadow
is on the moon
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Celestial write! It’s interesting to question the motivation behind things like flag planting on voyages of discovery. I also like the layout and design; the way the type changes from standard to italic, and then the climatic phrase is in all caps.
Thanks, David! Just some idle thoughts, like it when they gel.
The darkside, always facing out Is where there was a Goddess, dwelling in a dance of fissures near a crater’s edge. Delegate a watchword, keep the pathways open, rearrange what we leave beind as detris, into rhe shape of that which she will understand as a pormise to not return. The deadness of which we know nothing more than before may spring forth into a nyth our clumsiness does not understand circumvented as it is. KB
Ooooooh–I think I am going to adore your comments, KB. Circumvented clumsiness.
Great job!
x,
Becca
Thanks, Becca!
You are so prolific – it stuns me!
Julie–thank you. Still making up for that 17-year block, I think.
Shadow on the moon … that’s a good way to put it across !!!
🙂 thanks!
pondering ponderous and ponderable ! Excellent !
Thanks, Deb!
Too bad the astronauts didn’t find an ancient scribbled note in the dust what translated to, ‘Have a meeting at 10, won’t be home until late, don’t forget to pick up the kids. Oh, and supper is in the fridge, heat in oven for 20 minutes at 350°.
Hahahaha–perfect!
Brilliantly written. 🙂
Thanks, Celestine!
Susan, goosebumps!!
“there are maps made of the moon
& no goddesses to draw down”
you are so right!!!
Thanks, Miriam–but I did give you the wrong cussed poem, LOL. Sorry…
oh if all the ‘wrong poems’ are this good, feel free to bombard me with links 😉
Oh, you are too kind –winking back!