Category: New Poem

Two August Full Moons

Once in a Blue Moon lit up last night’s sky. Like everything in life, even though you may have been aware of its presence, you had to go looking for it. You had to actively participate in its being there.

I first went to my back yard, because it’s more isolated from neighborhood lights in the front. I couldn’t find the moon, so I had to go to the front lawn.

Over the corner of my garage’s roof, the moon was the brightest that I’ve ever seen. A circle of light around the moon appeared to widen the lens of light in the night sky. It was my imagination reset.

Blue Moon

Two moons this month

Sits on my roof corner

Biggest and brightest that I’ve seen

Inspires

A New Poem This Morning

This morning was a poet’s dream for me. Two poem subjects bubbled to the surface. Within a span of an hour and a half, I had completed two new poems. One came from a childhood memory and the other came from seeing a puzzle carved into a tombstone in Ontario Canada.

Steven King once observed that poems are written with the unconscious mind. I read that quote after writing the poems. I felt as though lightning had struck the ground in front of me. Those two poem subjects kept returning to my mind. I kept saying, How, and they found a way.

I’ll share my childhood memory poem.

Padding My Resume

 

I can remember

Being flight captain

Of my own rocket

At the early age

Of eight years

Five months

 

I had few problems

Visiting other worlds

With a limitless supply

Of special rocket fuel

 

And maintenance free

Rock knobs and stick levers

On my Navigator Control Panel

 

Seating was primitive

On my scaffolding

Support beam

 

Hanging

Over a ditch

 

Of a forever

Dismantled outhouse