Musings on a Muse

Shenanigans

Another coffee, another spoon

Of turbinado, then to my room

I take a sip, and watch the moon

Waxing from my window

Roasted nuts and caramel

And Cocoa notes. A lovely smell

A hint of spice, perhaps, as well?

Only just a hint, though.

The moon is dressed in brilliant white

Reveling in silver light

It's smaller half, hidden from sight

...I think they call that "gibbous".

So long ago, so many years...

In science class, with plastic spheres

Showing how the moon appears

And how it becomes hidden

I wonder if that's what you'd wear

A silvery-white dress so fair

In blinding contrast to your hair...

Those foaming root beer ribbons

And if, like it, you refuse to show

Your entire beauty, even though

There is no shadow dark enough

That you could hide within it

A passing car illuminates

My chain link fence, and rusted gate

It fills me with disgust, and hate

I need to leave this city

Give me trees, and open sky

With lots of stars to track you by

Give me Mountains, and valleys wide

Just don't give me your pity

I'd rather smiles, for they sustain

My inner peace, and restore my strength

Just send them to the moon, and then

He'll send them down to me

Send them up in packs of six

(Or as many as you wish)

I'll take whatever you can dish

As long as they're for free

I wouldn't have cash, or bartered goods

And likely, I'd be in the woods

Living on smiles like they were food

And drawing nearer to you

With pockets full of chocolate bars

(Not for eating, because they're yours)

Navigating by the stars

And the smiling, silver moon

But alas, it's here I sit

(Unfortunately, for quite a bit)

So I'll make do with just your wit

And the smiles, as you send them

And the games we play 

Which, I must say...

You could win on any day

And I love to imagine your grinning face

As you make up rules and bend them

I hope you check the midnight sky

Every evening, and this is why

You'll look up one night, and the moon will smile

And you'll know I'm on my way

So, as the moon rescinds from sight

And blackened sky gives way to light

I mourn the passing of the night

Yet, celebrate the day

Because I get to say

Good morning

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is even better than my current 2nd cup with salted-caramel-chocolate creamer (sickeningly sweet) . . . I'd have to say this is a favorite of mine for the month of August & I've done a bunch of poetry reading this month! I also have to say that I'm starting to click on your poems in my newsfeed becuz it's an instant-gratification thing. Some poets, I click reluctantly becuz I know I'm going to have to engage my brain cells, when I'm sitting here frying them with THC & caffeine. But I love to click on your poetry becuz it's always a simple pleasure & my foggy brain can just float along in ecstasy. This poem, in particular, fit that expectation. This is a lollygagging good time, but there's also some serious philosophy & some interesting direction changes that mix it up & keep it lively & compelling. Damn! I honestly thought you were going to be some kind of quack with that ridiculous handle. You are proving me way wrong on that score! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

PS -- you probably know I'm a rhyme-aholic & I was creaming my jeans to watch you sustain such a fun crisp rhyme & rhythm over such a long poem, but not having that aspect take over!

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

Lol that's really funny.
All my stuff is laced with caffeine and THC.
All of it. Every poem.
It does indeed make for lighthearted reading
:)
I'm glad you appreciate it. My main goal is to make people smile uncontrollably, whenever possible.

[Papaya]

Ok. I'm really not sure I can say it any better than Margie and I agree with all she has said because she always seems to leave the most perfect comments. Except, I haven't creamed my Jeans. I take milk in my coffee. There's a wet spot (on my shirt), I must have dribbled.

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

One of you is creaming their jeans, the other drooling...
I think I'm on to something, here!
;)

I know, right?! Who does this lady think she is? Forever with her impossibly well thought out, considerate, insightful, and positive comments and feedback...
Jeez.
...
Crazy people.
...I love them.