"supermoon" poems
we heard them talking
about a meteor shower
expected later that night
highly anticipated
set to accompany
the rust red supermoon
that we caught
following us home
lay down upon blankets
a meagre effort
to provide at least
a little comfort
while we witnessed
this astral magnificence
the significanceof which
none of us was certain
childishly imagining
a spectacle from
the dazzling of shooting stars
trailing tails like fireworks
pointing in wonder
appearing briefly
before burning out
instead
we found ourselves staring
up at one of those
countless spots of white
slowly
unenthusiastically
drifting across
the stratosphere
it could be a meteor
maybe just an aeroplane
or simply a twinkling
trick of the light
yet still we watched
without excitement
without direction
without relevance
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 10:17 AM UTC
Looking up at the full Moon
the closest it comes this year
out on my deck after work
through my childhood telescope.
A full Moon through a telescope is really something to behold;
Especially when the Moon appears
up to 14% larger and 30% brighter
than it does on the dimmest of full Moons.
-
T'ai Chi basking in the Moonbath;
The Sky dimly fluoresces in chilled Air
as Landscape glows with moonlit Auras;
This is truly a magical near-annual moment.
(Supermoons happen about every 14 full Moons)
I thank you; Moon and Night.
I thank you; Khonsu and Nephthys.
I thank you; Selene and Nyx.
I thank you; Luna and Nox
Happy Supermoon 2013.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
When my mom was dying
We put a bed in the living room
Fresh from the hospital
In front of the piano
Behind the rocking chair
We still called it the "living room"
I didn't mention the cruel irony in that
And the living people
Who knew my mother
All came and sat around her
And we weren't allowed to touch her
Cause the morphine lost its memory
And every bit of her was falling down
Dozing in a straw house
When the weather man called for hurricanes
She was right there
But miles away from rescue efforts
And hand-holding daughters
Marilyn Monroe went the same way
In bed, I mean
Facedown
Her pill supply run out
And I imagine her room was a beautiful mess
Full of roses and tokens from insincere men
An icon deserves better than that
A pin up with no one
But ex-lovers and sheets to hold her
And a pillow stained with last lipstick kisses
All those little white beads of forgetfulness
Crawling on the floor
And happy birthday Mr. President
Billy woke up bawling the other night
In bed with a girl
Who was not my sister
And he called and told her he loved her still
She hugged my dog and cried into her fur
She finished the roll
Of toilet paper blowing her nose
There were three of us in bed that night
And two somewhere else
Continents, nations, states apart
The air in my room was like asphalt
And allergies weighing us down
Lulu barked at our crestfallen hearts
Under the supermoon
I turned into a twentysomethingwolf
Keen senses acute defenses
And all I could smell on my sheets
Was the kitchen I work in
I wanted to be human
Taste the fear and perfection
Of being a ******
In bed with a boy who is not family
A teenager whispering under sheets again
I stayed at home alone
Soothing, sighing, and howling sweet nothings
To my lonely bed
Telling mom and Marilyn Monroe
The fever dreams in my lone wolf head
Praying "please God, send us someone"
"Please God, let love burn us quick and strong"
"Please God, don't draw the blues out. We all buckle."
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Amidst the fallen stone green-grown
And through the crumbling arch,
The sunken mere of yesteryear
Has mirrored this scene in March
The sky meeting land in glory grand
Sparks fly where heaven meets earth;
The sea rolls in from where it’s been
And ships rise from their berth
The pearl of the moon rises soon
Lifted in the bowl of the sky;
Its size greater, every crater
Gleams brightly, the heavenly eye
Forgotten, as a rule, mirrored in the pool
The largest moon earth will see
The castle yard by cent’ries scarred
Lies the only witness to the scene.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
"I am the sky
Riding the lightening,
Cloudy
Sometimes peppered with clouds
Sometimes tornados
Sometimes even hurricanes
Skies sometimes
are clear"
"I'm the ground
No earthquake found
Let's merge on the horizon
When the supermoon rises."
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
buddy didn’t tell me buddy was a two-spirit.
buddy rode into town,
blonde-horsed and golden god,
of my people’s cargo cult.
this was buddy’s second incarnation.
once before,
buddy rode into town,
we knew nothing of gold,
or time beyond the lengths of fingers.
buddy stood before us,
buddy showed us ourselves,
our unspoken intentions,
anointed us in oils,
buddy always said,
look up each night,
on a supermoon,
i leave and return within you endlessly.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
A surrender to the Supermoon
The larger than life presence
Plucking my heart strings
Got me caught up
In a dark **** fantasy
About a little death and rebirth
If I go down
it better be on the divine mother
Level: Oedipal
Submission towards her power stance
slipping my fingers up Mother Nature's dress
In child's pose
Inhaling her presence
she pulls me to the clouds
to get to the Holy **** of the sky
*To be the ************
Tracing infinity loops with my tongue
trying to see how many licks it takes
to get to the center of innocence
Back to before it all began to end
Flooding the floors
She bathes me in moonlight
The illumination marinates my little transgressions
Drowning out the light pollution
Purifying my mind
with the ***** things she whispers
Swaddled up in a bulletproof aura
Swallowed whole by the void of existence
I've never felt more secure
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
Standing on my balcony
I am gazing at the skies
The stars wink at me
But the bright moon fills my eyes
A mellifluous zephyr
Glides over my face
It brings a distant voice
That whispers you’re in a near by place
I wonder how the murky clouds
Try to shut off the cosmic lights
I want the southern winds to blow
And bring you back to sight
Cuz darling, tonight is the night
You fill my space before it’s late
The moon is the closest tonight
Since nineteen forty eight
-Pranav Hegde
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
There is always a story in thee,
Thy face is a beautiful tragedy
Thy ring of light that whispers mystery
Tonight thy enchantress, a perigee.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Pink caress
Your lips
Press
Together
To kiss
Upon mine.
©Jack Aylward,
28/9/15
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
This is the picture
I did not take
Of a gleaming Supermoon
On some spring night
A slight coldness of oncoming rain threatened in the cool crisp sky
A rapid gust of midnight wind scraped across my face
Caressing my exposed skin with icy hands
A radiant glow in a speckled starlit faded sky
Bathing in shimmering moonlight
Basking the blossoming soil in an unnatural crystallized luminosity
The wolf ‘s howling at the skull
While the old man spends another night fishing
Along the rock-strewn coast
Carved in the flesh of the moon itself
This is the picture I unfortunately did not take
(Because I am too poor to own a smart phone)
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
They said 'Above us,
rising soon,
will be a shining
supermoon,
with the sharpest
shine for years'.
We raised our blinds.
The sky closed hers..
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Raise me up, atop the river of oceans,
And baptize me under the wings of the stars;
Soak me in the still waters
Of boundless transience,
And bathe me in the blood of the waning moon.
Raise me up, above this bed of earth
And make me drift above the pillow-like clouds
That trail the skies of black and blue,
And wait for them to fade,
Just as the darkness will,
When the day runs its course.
Raise me up, above the chains of time,
And drop me on the face of everlasting feeling,
Of infinite tides that crash upon the shores
Of fading memories, of translucent pasts,
And let me drink the water filled with
Certainty and guileless candor, pray
That I'll remain here forever,
That the beach I lay atop won't
Clump and fall and sway and tumble
Into the empty pits of
Forgotten promises and unsaid words.
Raise me up, against my will,
Above the plains of grass and roses
Of black and red, steal me away
And tap my eyes with the lucid
Dreams of my seething impermanence,
And sting me with the daggers of
Regret and redemption, of
Begging to remain for just another moment.
Raise me up, and let me soar
Atop the summit of banished wishes,
And let me cast my body away, let it
Fumble down the rocks and pebbles and boulders
On the slopes of passing instants,
But let me, my unbreakable soul,
Stay right there, frozen in the midst of
Feeble remembrances and sprinting clocks,
And let me know, just this once,
That I haven't lived until I've been lost.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
The faux dark
Sparkles
In the shade
Of your heart
I sense troubles
Being played
Loud enough
To disturb
My dreams.
Sounds off,
Superb
The full moon beams
Invade
The silence
Of the horizon
My surrounding swayed
Loosing balance
Bursting my emotions
Love transpires
As a winner
No matter the moment
Fueling smiles,
From spring to winter
Of nature’s endowment.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
In my shining spotlight the rabbit scampers
Across the fields, its bright white eyes, and stops
Crouching in the dewy grass of a foggy night
In the pale-faced cold wind of winter
In the light of the supermoon
In the light rain fog of November
And what is fog?
In the darkness
Something that I remember
The glowing leaves pile up in my pockets
Yellow ones burn like lemon flames, green like pears
They all find their way someday between the pages
Of my stained petal books
And I always find my way
Into the Moon's light,
Where blue sea laps softly on smooth stones
Of the shore
Of the skin
And the silence
Of the night
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
supermoon!
super achievement!
we finally look away
from our cell phones...
three...
two..
one.
back to our
prolonged
eclipses...
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
In theory the moon
is a terrible dancer.
But tonight, waltzing
alone in an open field
I feel her graces
on my shoulder,
her moon rhythms
measuring time
against my neck,
a delicate crater punched
into the small of my back.
She has never
been this close
to me
so I am unashamed
to be dancing with her
like this
for the first time,
a solitary partner
casting shadows
on frosted grass,
spinning over furrows,
long scarf precariously
close to my clomping boots
keeping three-quarter time,
pausing only when she
whispers the word lunatic
in my ear,
a bewitching farm girl
flirting
from her stratosphere
far away.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
*I wondered how the moon
Was superbly beautiful.
Taking chances to climb up high
And more higher than usual reach,
Just to admire it more than ever.
I spoke with a girl of age 8,
Explaining her about the supermoon
She asked supermoon?
After understanding it
She said wait, wait.
Let's go to the terrace
And admire it together.*
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Moon rise over Secombe
Where's the supermoon?
No bigger than ****** normal
In a ***** orange gloom
The biggest moon for years!
They said all over the news
And hidden in the clouds up there
like a torch with a failing bulb.
It's supposed to be romantic
For lovers to bathe beneath
Get naked and romantic!
Not here you'll ****** freeze
All the scousers watching
Looking for a glimpse
"My **** said a voice in the crowd
Let's get a fecking drink.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
In shimmering still
It rose among the chimneys
Face to face we sat
I beholding this vast sphere
It mocking my existence.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
~
I was secretly admiring what seemed unattainable...
For my surprise, your loving stare kissed my thoughts...
Even knowing that we have run over our story...
Since you are too busy or afraid to tame pristine flaws...
To the most exquisite Moonlight I make my wish...
So at least, I could see your smile once more...
~
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
she’s so ethereal
i think the moon looks at her
maybe because her eyes glows brighter
than the moonlight
not just tonight
but every time
a revolution occurs.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
You were the perfect offering:
You wrote,
You sang,
You played,
Did anything,
But now -
Are there any cracks or crevices,
Windows, holes or doors;
Has the pine split below?
With the leafs gone,
Under Supermoon or blazing sun,
Does the light get in,
Or was it just
Another song?
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Are you of perfect
Circumference for
A captain in the sky
Voyaging vagabond at night 'til morn'
Walking under the
End of season elms and sycamores
The branches as oars in water
Tilling below shadows come, shadows go, as you stay steady
For I was the water in a rippling stream and you were a solitary sturdy force above
Emulating my gait and gaze
Light hanging with every branch
Into my water
As you lay your supermoon
Beam into our futures
Until you come again
Leaving your soup of hope in Everything you touched
Even souls
Where will the future be at your return
With hate or love,
Or something in between as a sturdy captain should, be there once more for all the visitors below
Beseeching you for navigation
From on high to below
Altruistic by sight, your perfect shaped stone in the dark of night
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 7:57 AM UTC