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Monday, April 4, 2011

Moon Change


 




Moon Change

Standing halfway up my mother,
neck bent back, I looked hard at the moon,
heard stories about the man who lived in it,
full of cheese and shaped like a banana.

Older, out the back garden,
I saw it through my brother’s telescope,
all white and round and full of dark holes
that he told me were  ‘moon craters’.

Crossed- legged below the kitchen table,
I watched Neil Armstrong land on it,
bobbling with his flag of stars and stripes,
listening to the men from N.A.S.A.

Later I kissed under it, long and deep, 
dark romantic laneways lit by indigo blue,
falling in love and right back out again,
wondering who was looking at who?

When the kids were small, I swore by it,
wishing sleep would replace lonely nights awake,
whilst now, above the mountains it guides me home,
even in the light of day, teetering behind clouds.

Through the window on the upstairs landing,
it feels closer now tonight,
my neck bends back, just like a child,
as I remember piece by piece, the moon change.

39 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I love how the moon played so memorably in your life. excellent magpie.

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  2. This is absolutely fantastic...loved every stanza!

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  3. honeyhaiku took the words right out of my mouth. This is absolutely beautiful and a real joy to get to read.

    Thanks for your comments today and previously. I appreciate them!

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  4. I agree it does look like the moon ... I enjoyed your journey with the changes

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  5. A lifetime in the moon, very cleverly worked out.

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  6. I smiled all through your reminiscences reflected in the moon. Delightful.

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  7. Thanks guys, and glad I got you smiling Stafford Ray. 'Ray' was my surname before I got married by the way, you don't see it too often!!

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  8. Excellent writing, and I have to say I could identify with every line--I know I've thought that "who's looking at who?" thing--it's really nice when a poem can get inside your head with you like this does. Good stuff.

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  9. Lovely, again my favorite line is
    "wondering who was looking at who?"
    and the detail that we still have to bend our necks to look at the moon, child or not, is beautiful too.

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  10. I remember the moon landing so clearly...one of my very earliest memories..
    I love your take on the prompt.

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  11. Beautiful! I loved this. Yes, the moon is always there, always seeing us through.

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  12. hi 120socks
    love the journey
    a quiet companion
    best wishes
    lucychili

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  13. Thanks, Hedgewitch, Words A Day,Southwest Arkis,DebbyMc,Lucychilli!

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  14. A beautiful and enticing, "phases..of the moon and you"!

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  15. Touching piece, splendid moments in those moon changes.

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  16. A wonderful lifes journey! Bravo!

    Anna :o]

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  17. What a wonderful take on the prompt. I enjoyed your post.

    Lisa
    InspiredbyLisa

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  18. You have narrated your life's path here. Very beautifully done..

    misty dew

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  19. Great idea, beautifully worked. Love it.

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  20. Absolutely beautiful. It feels like home reading this poem.

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  21. This is really beautiful, 120. My husband thought it looked like the craters of the moon, as well.

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  22. And the man in the moon sees everything...

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  23. Thanks again guys, hooray for the man in the moon Jinksy!

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  24. Phases of the moon .. according to Ms. 120 Socks! Brilliant.

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  25. The endlessly fascinating moon. Very nicely done.

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  26. Nice, solid melding of memories, history and change. Good piece.

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  27. Moon change....i remember how i used to think that the moon changed form kind of like a wink...when i was a child....so i can relate to this beautiful piece Socks...love it! :-)

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  28. Honestly enjoyed this journey. The thought of the moon - a constant witness to our lives - is very poetic. Well done!!

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  29. Lovely idea to make a poem on your personal "phases of the Moon."

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  30. Thanks everyone for your supportive comments, they are very much appreciated.

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  31. The "moon change" so keeping with our lives which are always in constant motion and momentum. The moon seems to be the anchor or mirror of all that we do here and marks our phases and feelings similarily completing life's many of life's moon phases.

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  32. I loved this one! You related the phases of the moon to the phases of one's life. Great take on the prompt. Bravo!

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  33. Like the many phases of the moon, the many phases of our life...what a constant companion she has been...a soul within a soul...connecting to our own...blessings...bkm

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  34. I read this when you first posted and intended to come back before now to comment.

    I too watched Neil Armstrong land on it so can identify although I was on a settee - not cross legged below a kitchen table. I remember all too well the waiting and the excitement.

    Your take on the Magpie is magical.

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  35. Thanks all, I am glad Bee that you were more comfy than I with a nice soft settee!

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  36. Wonderful, wonderful...as I howl at the moon.

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