.jpg) |
| source |
.jpg){kind=link}
The super blue moon looks down upon
earth’s abundance and devastation
wondering how to have more of one
and less of the other. It’s August,
a time when northerners harvest,
southerners plant and nurture, and the
tropics do some of both. Before blue
moon escapes the light of the sun, it
touches watchers with super powers—
to use all our senses to know and
all of our resources to increase
well-being on earth. Moon says, “I see
there are more satellites than me who
circle you. Is there anything they
can help you to achieve?” And to our
chorus of “No” and “I don’t know,” moon
scoffs, “Learn more. Do better,” and then moon
fades away, slowly, as it always does.
We move in the opposite direction
holding still on earth, rubbing our jaws and
scratching our crotches. We don’t have answers
the next night either. Nor the next. When
moon says its goodbye, “See you next year,”
we all wave and think, “Hope so! Who knows?”
For Mary's prompt "August" at What's Going On?
My blog poems are rough drafts.Please respect my copyright.
© 2024 Susan L. Chast
rubbing our jaws and scratching our crotches....pretty much sums up what humankind is doing while everything falls apart... though in some cases, even if we know the answers we just continue rubbing and scratching!!! I like the moon, watching in disbelief and then slipping away....what else can it do, poor thing!
ReplyDeleteI hope the moon will always watch over us - sadly I slept through the blue moon but it is good to see it here - Jae
ReplyDeleteOh, how I love this poem, Susan! What a wonderful conversation with the wise moon who scoffs, "Learn more, do better!" Never really took time to think about the many satellites that are orbiting earth now. Not only the moon! And we really don't know what will happen in the next year, as the moon slips away, whether we will see the next super blue moon or not. We can only hope so. But a lot can happen in that year.
ReplyDeleteI love the moon's wisdom, personality and intention. Love the lines :
ReplyDeleteit
touches watchers with super powers—
to use all our senses to know and
all of our resources to increase
well-being on earth.
I am grinning wryly - rubbing our jaws and scratching our crotches while the moon scoffs at our feebleness. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYes I agree with Sherry ... those are wonderful lines ... bravo on this wise poem !
ReplyDeleteOnce in a blue moon and i missed it. Who knows indeed? ...Rall
ReplyDeleteI love how you captured the wise old moon in this poem, Susan. I would love to know her opinion. We could certainly do with some super powers to put things right on Earth.
ReplyDelete"We don't have the answers" never a truer line - This works on so many levels. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThe conversational aspect of this reminds me of a song Conway Twitty sang about the moon, in which a young man asks the moon whether his love will be long and happy. The moon tells him, "Son, I don't know a thing about love, i just sort of hang here above." it always makes me grin how the song turns conventional myths about the moon upside down.
ReplyDeleteHow profound your last words. Thank you annell
ReplyDelete