An Early Moon Poem

I have a poem on “The Poet” page that refers to this old piece. It’s not at all an example of my best work, but I thought I’d include it as a bit of history and as the missing piece to “Overvision.”

Moon Watcher

They chuckle
softly
because once again
I have called them outside,
away from the deathly
cold light
of their television
to see the moon,
a burning globe of
blood above our street.

They nod politely.
They say, β€œIt’s lovely,”
and thank me as before.
Then my neighbors turn,
shaking heads,
exchanging smiles,
back up the sidewalk
toward their home
and the lifeless
rays within.
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12 thoughts on “An Early Moon Poem

  1. I guess some see less than others, as if they’ve almost trained themselves to not see as they once used to, prefering everything to be presented in widescreen box. A good slice of life in your words, and social commentary.

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  2. I am so thankful you stumbled upon on my poetry blog, because it brought me to you. From my few brief clicks this morning, I can tell I will be visiting you often. This piece is beautiful in its simple truth… makes me want to enjoy the sky tonight. I imagine my neighbors would think it just as odd.

    I can’t wait to read more.

    Bryan

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  3. Matt, and Bryan, thank you both for your comments. You two brought a smile to my face that the coffee couldn’t dredge up.

    I think that looking back I feared this poem would come off as preachy, when really I was going for wonder and a little sadness. Ironically, I think that “Overvision” which calls for not revising the old magic to death, is the better poem. But you make me glad I let the original be as it was. Thanks!

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  4. Where did you post this before? I know I saw it … anyway, I know the feeling and share the sentiment. Thank you for feedback on my blog, and I love the picture of you with the boys … ain’t being a dad just the best? Makes you want to write poetry, don’t it. Keep doing what you do.

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  5. Loved your moon poem. It makes perfect sense to me as I stand outside with my camera on my tripod waiting for the perfect shot of a crescent shape in the sky that people couldn’t care less about. πŸ™‚

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