Book cover for Moses Wolcott Redding. Standard Ahiman Rezon and Blue Lodge Guide.
In the midnight blue expanse The rotund Moon hangs – A bauble precious, The stars are not far behind – All trinkets, glamorous; They say its luminescence Can bring about madness But all I gather is succor In its gentle iridescence; There is a calmness A promise in its presence To conquer the Darkness And it’s forever mounting hubris.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Moses Wolcott Redding. Standard Ahiman Rezon and Blue Lodge Guide. New York : Redding & Co., 1889 — Source.
Book cover of Jules Verne. From the Earth to the Moon. London, Sampson Low, Marston, Low, and Searle, 1873 — Source.
Musing under the moonlight Streaming through glass doors I wonder if the Moon beings, too Meditate on our blue-green orb Does it work for them and how As we spin on the axis of flaws? Do they think, we Earthlings Beneath the aurora borealis Are so distant, alluring, magical! Does all creation seek answers Across obscure transcendence Is it the destiny of cosmos To seek what’s not to be ours!
The Sun inspires and speaks of brightness and ambition but I am always drawn to the Moon because of its transient quality and the ability to shine through the darkness. I see in it a reflection of human life – the indomitable spirit to attain glory even when destined to cyclic highs and lows. The Moon is me; it is each one of us. Here is an ode to resilience.
Moon rising from behind the clouds. Image generated using dream.ai.
In the swirling, shifting caramel of dawn Goodbyes of the Full Moon awaken me With gentle caresses; in silver disguise Strings of glimmer blaze past the drapes In to a space where sleep plays truant Yet, again.
Moonstruck, I gaze at the sparkly face Shimmering in the celestial expanse My friend of many slumberless nights I wonder how you waltz through it all – The waxing and waning, here today Unseen tomorrow!
Do you tremble when pieces dissolve Or when the dark side overtakes you How do you tiptoe through desolate fear? Sailing on stormy clouds; only to evolve From Night’s blue veil, in splendor whole Perfection galore!
Amazed, I ponder over your dire destiny Patiently cradling oblivion and agony You’ve known fawning painters, poets; How do you concede to Time’s sly games Embracing both radiance and gray shades Always with eternal grace!
I think of the moon as made of handmade paper with ink spots, so I wrote an #imagistpoem combining this thought and the common theme of forlorn lovers and the moon.
Once a rectangular note Your love letter Now distorted; A crumpled orb With corners peeking Like the crescent of a Paper moon waiting To come full circle
Blue Pen Strokes 