Moon Flower Sonata

An ancient Teqoias female right of passage took place on the night of Moon Flowers as the girls would pollinate cactus flowers, along with the bats, as Lunista the Moon watched.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moon Flower Sonata

 

Patient as hot days go by
she clings to tiny drops.
Knowing that the time will come,
and the parching finally stops.

 

Many years have come and gone:
and all those moons for naught…

Waiting ‘til it was her time,
and God’s gift she had caught.

Anticipating all His love,
a dim spirit stirs within.

As Heaven sets the tempo,
for her and all her kin.

 

In their caves, asleep by day,
night creatures sense it too.
Two more days and they will join,
to do what they must do.

 

The sky is pressed down mightily;
 turning platinum, silver and grey.

And as it spews its watery gifts,
she’s been made ready to play.

 

The ever patient Lunista
who already heard the call,
will rise up voyeuristically
to brighten up the hall.

 

As God taps once with His Baton,
the evening has begun…
Their music fills the desert…
before the rising of the Sun.

Reviews

[Gandré]

Such flawless lines, Donn. This poem made me cry. It's my new favorite. What are teqoias, I sense some south American ancient indigenous people? sorry never heard. I didn't find this word in my dictionary.. This was my favorite: will rise up voyeuristically - this stanza...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow absolutely magnificent... to me this captured the passion the mother nature portrays everyday and revealing herself without hesitation.

[Michael X]

You could cut the first stanza, it does nothing for the poem imo, and
I think in this regards the poem failed to keep my interest, I believe you
have a great way with words, this was boring and overuse of all too
common terms, alot of which is double emphasized. I have read awsome
works by you. keep it up.

[Gandré]

Answering to Ch. M. Shanaberg:
You wrote:
"Poor Gandre, endlessly, flipping through his dictionary for a mis-spelled word! I will e-mail him about dictionary.com, because I tried the mis-spelling and the right one came up, as it usually does."


I say:

Donn wrote me this in PM: so the word was correct - Teqoias:

It is Teqoias, and by the way, there is another poem from a member of the Teqoias tribe called "My Prayers."They all live in my head and my dreams however.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Poor Gandre, endlessly, flipping through his dictionary for a mis-spelled word! I will e-mail him about dictionary.com, because I tried the mis-spelling and the right one came up, as it usually does.

Back to the poem, the flower that I know as "Moon Flower" is of the morning glory family, and quite fragrant at night. But none the less, a lovely poem overall that had me immediately doing my homework!

[Desert Dreamer]

Beautifully written. The Night-Blooming Cerius, if I am not mistaken! The perfume of these flowers fill the night, as whole communities of this cactus bloom on the same night, an amazing magical experience. You can find the flowers by scent alone in the desert. This big flowering event should happen next month and your poem brought excitement to me as I remember previous years of experiencing the flowers bloom for this one night. You will find me wandering the desert on that night, looking, no smelling, for these flowers. I like the way you write about the flower, the bats and the girl without naming them. Wonderful!