This blue moon,
just one more made miracle,
as if the moon itself isn’t a gift;
the full fatness we walk under
tells the end;
no harvest reaped but bones.
There must be indian names for this:
Ash moon, bitter moon, full heartbreak moon–
a disk achingly bright, floated in 2 a.m. sky.
About Susan L Daniels
I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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I love the midsky
Thank you, Julie!
Beautiful, Susan. Aching, yet beautiful.
Thank you, George. This was painful to write, and not just paring it down to 55 words, either 😉
Thank you so much!
it has me over the moon
Thank you, Paul. It was a tricky thing, writing something exactly 55 words!
oh i love that full heartbreak moon… achingly beautiful…no harvest but bones…ugh…painful… the moon has a dark side as well
Aw, thanks, Claudia. I had to do the darker side of blue.
Blues and moons are historically and musically rather sad (with a little uplift in the chords). You tapped into that exceptionally well here. Good work as always.
Thank you, Gay. You have turned me red (again 😉 )
I so love this poem. I picture this to be a short story about a mysterious moon. 🙂
Is this for dVerse?
Yes, it is. Hard to get exactly 55 words. Glad you liked this!
I just finished mine…It’s only 53 words you think they won’t notice? The title and the whole poem is off the wall.
Hmmm, can’t wait to see it. I tried to get mine exactly 55 words, but if two more words won’t add anything, I’d just go for it.
Cool. I think I’m done…now I will post it. It’s categorized as flarf. You’ll see why.
Its up now…hahaha!!
Wow, when you tell a story, you tell it.
My mind has been whirring with >stuff< the past few days. Just a moment with this poem and I actually felt it clear up, just allowing my eyes to flow through the words. Thank you.
Ow, wow, thank you! Glad it helped.
So timely Susan… the moon has been absent for us during the bright summer night… August is such a moon-month here in Sweden and it shines bright over the roofs right now.
It was incredibly bright last night. How many summer months do you have 24-hour sun?
Not really 24 hour sun.. we are south of arctic circle where I live.. but still just about dark… more like a dusk that passes seamlessly to dawn. I would say 2 months around midsummer…
Wow, that must be amazing. And here, my 7-year-old tells me he can’t possibly go to bed yet, when it is daylight at 9 p.m. 😉
no harvest reaped but bones…
definitely the aftermath of a blue moon~
Thank you, Andrea. Yes, definitely. I always liked that word, aftermath…
I am never (by choice) up to see the moon in a 2 a.m. sky! I like the idea of thinking of Indian names…I know they were very in tune with the moon!
Thanks Mary–I love the indian names–corn moon, worm moon, full flower moon, etc. I was not up by choice, but by insomnia 😉
At least I got to enjoy that bright moon.
nice…the moon…i love her..she pulls my tides….smiles…def a cool hit on the indian names as well….early in the morning it is so clear here as well…i love going out if i am up late and just staring at the stars…..
Sounds like a lovely time…
…great job as usual….can’t get over the disc “achingly bright” 😉
Thank you, Katy.
It’s pretty damned hard to capture the moon, but you did it. Congratulations.
Thank you–at least one side of it 😉
great characterization of the moon
What a beautiful image you created here! Lovely!
Oh, thank you!
The moon has been spectacular, and harvest is delayed here. What a great piece you wrote Susan.
It really, really has. Thanks so much for commenting!
“ash moon” lovely words. I like knowing we see the same moon.
It was quite a spectacle. I was heading southeast on an interstate as it climbed up over the horizon. Beautiful.
Ooooooh. Sounds lovely.
There must be something with the moon. It has always been there. Pining and yearnings by the owl night after night showed it bright sensuous and beautiful.The large craters, rocks and dust did not deter the pinings and the dreams.Nice 55 Susan!
Oh, your comment is wonderful, as well! Poem/story in there too.
Different cultures have so many rich associations of the moon with … all kinds of things really. Thanks for drawing some new (to me) ones to my attention
I came back and read this again and it resonated with more the second time around.
I’d love to hear more about those bones and their connection with the moon. You write about bones really well. . . so, as Oliver Twist once said: “Please, sir (ma’am). May I have some more?” 🙂
Aw, Jeremy, thank you! Yes, it was a 55 word poem/exercise, but on the second reading for me, it is growing on me too. We’ll see about more 😉