31 January 2018

Earth in the Middle

for my nephew Mark

Playing peekaboo by Georgios Jakobides (1985)

A huge moon calls through today’s clouds for earth
to play peek-a-boo, pop-goes-the-weasel
or another quick-disappearing game
like monkey-in-the-middle. Such a joker!

Earth doesn’t laugh. She spins on her axis
like a mother with too many children,
while ocean tries to grab the moon
with leaps and tides. It fails always.

Ocean plays night and day, like my cat with
a laser pointer, but does whether or
not moon glow is visible, partner
in flirtation from phases to eclipse.

But this is love, you tell me—not some game.
It’s love that persists, permanence its aim.

The second of two sonnets I wrote this week: The first is HERE.

My blog poems are rough drafts. 
Please respect my copyright. 

© 2018 Susan L. Chast


Sumana Roy said...

Had been watching that 'peek-a-boo' game a while ago. Yeah love does aim permanence.

gillena cox said...

Luv your peek a boo Eclipse image


Vivian Zems said...

I love how you made this ode a playful one. I see the earth pirouetting while the ocean plays catch-me-if-you-can!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the idea of Earth spinning on her axis like a mother with too many children. That she is!!!!! I love this one, Susan.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Beautiful and tender piece, Susan!

De said...

MAN, do I ever love this:
"She spins on her axis
like a mother with too many children,
while ocean tries to grab the moon"


Sanaa Rizvi said...

"like a mother with too many children,while ocean tries to grab the moon with leaps and tides" this is the most poignant description of the moon that I have ever read, Susan 💖 Beautifully penned.

Yvonne Osborne said...

love your ending.

Rob Jackson said...

Starts so playful and I like how the players are personified. Then it ends with a deeper meaning.

Truedessa said...

The moon does like to play games especially peek and boo :)

Old Egg said...

This really is a beautiful poem Susan, capturing the reader with such delightful descriptions of our beautiful planet.

Sara McNulty said...

How lovely and playful this is. Love those last two lines, and that photo!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Delightfully playful – and then that ending, startling and true.

Vandana Sharma said...

The ending of the poem is marvelous. I particularly like" flirtations like phases and eclipses"!

In Hindu mythology "all the planets, Sun ,Moon are considered semi gods and Moon in particular is notorious for being impatient and proud for its beauty.

Thotpurge said...

spins on her axis like a mother with too many children.. wow!!! love that image!

annell said...

Perhaps the best kind of love, "love that persists?" Over time, through space and settles comfortably right in our lap.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I love the thought that the tides are trying to catch the moon. I never thought of it that way. An awesome write, Susan!

Nicholas V said...

Wonderful images in this, Susan. I smiled and then had to say "ooooohh" at the ending... :-)