The Truth About The Moon
You think the moon’s a kite to count on
when the wind won’t blow. It’s up there
and you watch it float, soar with stars
most of which you don’t know by name.
You’d like to reel it in, bring it home
for a cup of tea, let it sing for you until
the sun comes up to steal your heart.
But the moon’s a hunk of rock, not cheese.
It’s never been a compassionate beacon
gazing down benignly at abandoned souls
in search of absent, long-absconded lovers.
All those things are just words we say
to make us feel less like we do:
that we are lost as well, that we drift,
as silently as the moon, alone.
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Beautiful poem! (Albeit sadly facing facts.)
A down-to-earth approach to the moon, which we all need sometimes, but I still like the idea of the moon as ‘a kite to count on when the wind won’t blow’. The final stanza is so true, Ron, and it made me a little tearful.
I have always been amazed at our passion for space travel and discovering other places when we live of a most benign and beautiful planet that provides all that we need. Mind you the bad thing is humans horrid attitude to everybody and everything on Earth wanting more than others or making an unnecesssary profit from trade or commerce and destruction.
You’re right, Ron, I do not know most names of stars. I only know one – Rigel. Your poem reminds me of a trip to Singapore in 2019 where Mercure showed almost nothing on their room TV but the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, but I loved the Michael Collins interview.
I don’t care if what we say about the moon is true or not, I’d still like to invite it down to my place for a cup of tea! 😉
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Wonderful pun intended. Bravo
Happy Sunday Ron
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ooh, the moon my favorite moon is all of this, like a mirror we project on and visa versa (is that a word). Love this stroll and where it takes us.
My favorite muse.
the truth can be hard to take.
but i am okay with drifting alone with the moon. 🙂
This gave me pause for thought … realizing I don’t think about the moon so much … and I should!
Awwww. You’re not alone, Ron. You have us! Great poem
The moon is so alluring and inspiring. I’ve always wondered if anything (or anyone) could ever feel alone when so many are always keeping her in their minds. In that sense, being “alone” like the moon isn’t a bat deal at all.
Oh, a dose of reality there! But, still, a lovely poem.
Love this Ron. It says a lot about our expectations and our illusions. great write!
I just watched the Wallace and Gromit, “A Grand Day Out.” Hmmm… but…
“that we are lost as well, that we drift,
as silently as the moon, alone.”
– yeah, I feel this way quite a bit lately.
Oh those first two stanzas!
Excellent writing Ron. Engages one to think about we humans, passive passengers aboard spaceship earth, adrift in the chaos. I am pleased to join in at P&SU in this new year. Hope it’s a good one for all
I think a lot of us are familiar with that feeling of drifting alone during the pandemic. We rely on words even more then, both for comfort and one the chance that they will point the way towards the possible (if somewhat improbable).