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.
Do demons ride The tail of a comet And angels descend In meteor showers Does the man on the Moon Know all our shenanigans And the proud Sun laugh At our daily humdrum Do constellations shift To rewrite horoscopes Or the planets conspire To decide fortunes
We gaze upon the stars In hope and despair Wishing for wings And fairytale havens Where diamonds rain And the grass is emerald While our blue-green orb Screams to be heard; In worshiping the skies Gods, new and old We callously decried Our Earth’s demise
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Ignatius Donnelly. Ragnarok: The Age of Fire and Gravel. New York, D. Appleton and Company, 1883 — Source.
I gazed at the lavish sprays Swaying in the distance Our car raised dust trails Leaving them behind us I wanted to see them close, The tender sakura In a baby pink posy Yet we drove past For we didn’t have time To halt and admire Radiant blooms of spring
Already in the autumn Of our weary existence We were afraid That a few moments wait Would keep us delayed So, we zipped past them; I held on to that memory Of blossoms of cherry – Delicate crystal baubles On boughs laden heavily, To turn them into poetry.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Edmund Gosse. In Russet and Silver. Chicago: Stone & Kimball, 1894 — Source.
It was the day I forgot my phone The world revealed itself to me In myriad hues and varied designs Sunrays in the branches swayed Where the beetle and butterfly played A tiny sprout in a forgotten pot A loved trinket in a lost spot A book teased with a cover bright Flavors, colors burst forth in delight Silent, my mind and heart rested I just stood still and broadly smiled
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Frances Trego Montgomery. On a Lark to the Planets. Akron: The Saalfield Publishing Co., 1904 — 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!