The full moon scares me,
and always has.
I become a dropped plate
shattering along its reflected lines.
Bless the rainy night,
the wet leaf drip of solace.
Thick clouds hide me
burrow-minded from the mad moon.
My fear of what it might do,
or cause me to do, leaves me w(e)ary.
For tonight I am safe,
there is no moon, but mi loca amada, no stars either.
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for What's Going On? "The Night Sky"
Music: Snow Get You To The Moon
Shay, the full moon scares me, too. Great reflective poem...speaks to so much out and in there...Bless the rainy night, the wet drip leaf of solace...beaurtiful
ReplyDeleteAh, there is something about the full moon, now that I think of it. As a child I used to sit on the couch Friday nights watching werewolf movies in black and white with my parents....and I remember how they were activated by the full moon. Hadn't thought about that in a while. But yes....And then there were my teaching days when it seems kids were often a bit 'crazier' on days of full moon. Must be something to the phenomenum. But..alas...the stars are another story!
ReplyDeleteI love a full moon, entire mood and personality / energy take flight. The bigger the better ... my crazy beloved.
ReplyDeleteSo good. This reminds me in many ways of Poe's lines:
ReplyDelete“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.”
The fear of that. The possibilities.
Love the play of weary/wary, and sigh-YES, at these lines:
"Bless the rainy night,
the wet leaf drip of solace."
I can hear/smell/taste them.
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I like your labels as much as the poem itself! Especially "poems with a Spanish accent" and "sunglasses at night." Kind of says it all. Also, I totally relate to that second couplet :-)
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy your labels too. I love your poem, and I relate to feeling w(e)ary. Feel that all the time any more.
ReplyDelete"Thick clouds hide me
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But, thank the goddess, you still have the new moon for enjoying the stars.
I never thought of the full moon scaring someone. So descriptive and emotive. "My fear of what it might do,
ReplyDeleteor cause me to do, leaves me w(e)ary." Perhaps I should consider those lines. :)
I like this scary image of the crazy, full moon; quite novel. Clouds and rains of solace are very cool and peaceful. "For tonight I am safe, / there is no moon, but mi loca amada, no stars either." Total darkness is safe and good but love this longing for those dots of light. Ha, I had to hit Google for mi loca and amada. :)
ReplyDeleteThere is a heavy, ominous feel that is fully intended here, but also a more obscure call to parts of the psyche we perhaps don't want to look at, but which animate the hidden realm, the unconscious but potent world that lies beneath the mask of our selves. I find it interesting that it is addressed to a being never really described in the poem. A fascinating and subtle piece, Shay.
ReplyDeleteThere is a forlorn emptiness about this, the image of sometime so powerful that it takes over everything. I like how you describe the helplessness of it all. All of us need to know and feel we are safe. Great writing.
ReplyDelete"My fear of what it might do, or cause me to do": what is this power that the moon has? Is it power we cede or is it simply overpowering? What would it reveal, our madness or our true selves or the monsters around and within? And as much as we desire the moon's absence, we long for stars -- the promise they hold -- even more. What a night sky that reflects us so clearly. Subtle, beautiful, enthralling poetry, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI feel your intimidation in this Shay.
ReplyDelete“Bless the rainy night,
the wet leaf drip of solace.”
I feel the intimate safety expressed in this passage.
“My fear of what it might do,
or cause me to do…”
Do I detect a possible personal concern regarding Lycanthropia?
Your piece here evokes a strong and effective sense of foreboding, even perhaps sadness.
Selenophobia would not be fun. I am a night person, so give me a big huge cueball full moon, midst an explosion of stars strewn across the sky. Paint my night world silver.
Wow. Señor Luna es muy poderoso. I've never read a poem say it better--the fear of something coming over us, having that effect, stirring something almost uncontrollable within us. I love that subtle turn, from the moon being the one feared, to the self. There is something wild, even sexy, though, in those last two couplets, which are just so perfect.
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