Thunder moon song
Imagine thunder, a year’s worth of it,
Crammed into a high speed second
Of replay: that’s a cricket.
Imagine a summer lawn full of them,
each chirp a year, an entire night
Of it, just below the grass line while
Above it every firefly’s a conflagration
Over territory, driving extinctions
And drawing death from the sky
Like lightning. Imagine standing
In your yard above it all. Oddly at peace.
Away from the lights of your house.
A few minutes go by. That’s the moon.
Beautiful, shining orb
in space. Insanity reigns.
Reflecting the sun.
As sometimes happens on this site, I like to see what people are writing on the night of the full moon. So tag your poem or photo #fullmoonsocial and I’ll share what I see…
Flower Moon Song
Peonies rise a child’s arm length above the earth.
In a grocery lot puddle miles of clouds lay exhausted.
Following the moon’s invisible stem you find
Night’s dark loam, where unseen roots bind.
The Snow Moon Dreams
The moon feels caressed by the clouds.
When it opens its eye they are far out of reach.
Not sure it gets much more wordy than that. #fullmoonsocial? #snowmoon? #lunareclipsefullmoonsocial? Heck, I dunno, maybe we should just stick with #fullmoonsocial …
Just as our ancient Chinese poet friends did (I’m talking to you, Sheng-yu!) let’s gaze at the moon and write poetry tonight. Then tag your post #fullmoonsocial on WordPress, Twitter or Facebook so we can share via the tag.
I plan on starting to monitor posts around 7:30 Eastern time tonight, just as the lunar eclipse reaches its maximum effect.