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Full Moon Madness   Leave a comment

A moon poem and two haikus.  It helps take my mind off things.  The images were pulled off the internet.

 

Moonlight awakens

Gaze, frolic, cavort, dream, dance

Full moon moon madness

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Gazing out window

Moonlight bathes in glowing light

Moon madness is real

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What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the full moon, waking me from slumber.

Drawn, I gaze at the pearly light bathing the trees.

My feet move on their own, outside,

wanting to touch the silvery light.

Dancing, swaying, cavorting,

I am a little mad with full moon madness

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Posted July 27, 2016 by Maureen in Musings, Poems, Uncategorized

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Sometimes I Just Give Up   Leave a comment

SOMETIMES I JUST GIVE UP

Poor widow, her husband died.

Lots of prayers and cards and visits and meals.

A memorial service, phone calls, emails, condolences.

 

Empty house, empty bed, empty heart.

Keep busy, widow.

Keep working, take care of yourself,

do the shopping, cooking, cleaning …

all by yourself.

Keep busy, widow.

Go outside, talk to people, go to church,

do your hobbies, reconnect with friends,

pet the cats, feed the cats, groom the cats,

do your job; stay busy, busy, busy.

 

Sometimes … I just give up.

It is just too hard to maintain the façade.

I can’t do it.  The grief, the loss is just

too overwhelming.

 

Sometimes … I just give up.

I stay home.  Don’t drive.  Don’t talk to anyone.

I stay in my PJs.  I cry, and cry, and cry.

I go back to bed.  I immerse myself in a book

or a TV show or stupid computer games;

anything, anything so I don’t have to think

about how much I desperately miss my most

wonderful husband.

 

Sometimes … I just give up.

I get so tired of people saying I’m strong.

No, I am NOT strong!

I don’t know what you see, but you

don’t see me if you think I am strong.

My only strength, my only source, is my Lord

God Almighty.  I can do nothing without Him.

 

He wants me to stay, He wants me to carry on.

He wants me to work as if I’m working for Him,

and shine my light for Him and be the best

person I can, for Him.

But sometimes … I just give up.

Posted July 17, 2016 by Maureen in Musings, Poems

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Dream/Awake   Leave a comment

The news has been so bad lately I hate to look at any web page, check Facebook, or turn on the TV.  It hurts my heart, all this violence.

Today I wrote this poem.  It was especially hard to wake up from my dream this morning, which inspired this poem.

THAT PLACE BETWEEN DREAMING AND WAKING

Am I still asleep?  I feel like I am still dreaming.

I can remember details, and want

to find out

what comes next.

But, the day intrudes.

I hear the fan; I hear the train;

there goes my alarm, and it is not part of my dream.

My dream melds and mingles with the start of my day.

 

Struggling to climb up from the

soft pleasant wallow of my dream

I hold onto the threads

remembering the details.

Thinking to myself:

I hope I dream that again

Posted July 8, 2016 by Maureen in Memories, Musings, Poems, Uncategorized

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MOONLIGHT   Leave a comment

I’ve been struggling with grief lately, but I don’t want to bore anyone with that again.  Instead, inspired again by a full moon, I wrote a poem.

I awoke.  What wakened me?

There was light from the windows

where there should be no light.

 

Rising, I wandered.

I went from window to window,

the light leading me on.

 

Where was it coming from?

What did it mean?

What made that light streaming in?

 

At last – I could see past the trees and houses

to the full moon hanging in the night sky.

 

Ah, moon!  You woke me up with your

shining moonlight.  You invaded my sleep

and opened my eyes

so I could stand and look up at you

shining, glowing in the heavens.

 

How I love the full moon!

A reminder, placed there by God,

that He loves us and watches over us

even when we sleep.

 

Contented, I returned to my bed

To lay down and dream in moonlight.

Posted June 23, 2016 by Maureen in Musings, Poems, Uncategorized

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Moon Poems   2 comments

Its July again.  Two years ago I was inspired by the full moon (as I often am) and wrote a poem and randomly posted it on Craigslist.  Not to solicit any responses —- I just wanted to share it.  One man wrote back a poem of his own as a response to my poem.  I returned with a poem response.  And for the next two days we wrote, in poem, back and forth to each other.  Whew!  Then we emailed and talked on the phone and exchanged pictures.  Alas!  He had recently ended a marriage and his emotional and financial toll from that were just too much for him to overcome – he didn’t feel he could get involved in a relationship.  That was 2 years ago, and I still think of him.  So Javier G., wherever you are, I hope you are healed and happy and have everything paid off.  These poems were amazing and I still think of you fondly.

My poem starts out:

Almost-full moon
Shining through the clouds
Big and bright, so close
Reflected in the smooth waves
Your light warms the early morning
So lovely
So enchanting
So romantic
Too bad I’m stuck in my car, commuting, alone

The moon is now past full,
and yet it’s beauty will persist.
It’s rays of light sneaking in at night,
to spy upon your sleeping form.
They very well may kiss you,
and make you stir while in your sleep.
A dream perhaps? A memory?

Moonlight through the window
Filtered by the trees
Moonlight to greet me
From the front steps
Standing in the moonlight
Fabric fluttering, feet cold
Was that you who kissed me?
Or was it the moonlight?

The glory and the honor were not mine,
of having placed my lips upon your body.
Mere mortals such as I only wish and dream,
of having such a privilege.
Twas the moon or a spirit of the night,
which has given you such pleasure

 Tossing, turning
Awakened in the dark
I heard a voice
A brush against my cheek
Moon lover
Moon kisser
The light you shine pierces my dreams
Dreams of mortals and dancing
Dreams of sighing and smiling
Contented, I curl alone in warmth

The voice you heard was but a dream,
of which you wish reality.
It made you move while in you sleep,
and yet you felt awakened.
In the morning you then smiled,
at the irony and the loneliness.

When will I sleep again
and meet my moon kisser,
my moon lover?
Will he come this night?
Or will the memories of
his voice and kisses be all
the comfort I will have
in my loneliness?
I sit gazing at the waning moon
and wonder

Just close your eyes and sleep my dear,
and he shall come when not expected.
You may not see or feel his presence,
but he shall be above you.
Looking down upon your beauty,
wishing so to reach and touch your face.

Now I shall sleep
with outstretched arms
waiting to hold my moon lover.
And open my eyes to see him gazing
I smile and beckon him nearer.
He fades away until I see
only moonlight on my ceiling
and just a whisper in my ear
of his voice calling “Beloved”.
I turn my face and go to sleep
and wait
for my moon kisser

Oh dear sweet Lady,
why entice me so?
To think your body so,
laying upon your lair,
has a passion so aroused in me.
I so wish to be the spirit,
stealing through the window.
With my breath, perhaps with lips,
I would your face caress.
and hope to not awaken thee.
For in your dream,
I would the perfect lover be.

Moon lover, moon kisser
your approach must be like moonlight
Slowly waxing
day by day growing
Until the night and all in it know no other
until the night knows only the moon, full and shining bright
To grow too bright
to chase away the darkness too quickly
is to burn out before time
losing the darkness
and everything in it
That waits for the moon
and the promises and kisses and touches
it brings

Should I be like the Moonlight?
Working in silence?
Or like the Sun?
Bringing nature’s music,
and pleasant memories?
O may I be bold enough to be both?
And spend the whole day watching you?

Posted July 3, 2011 by Maureen in Being Single, Poems

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Morning Light   2 comments

Morning light is my favorite.
When the sun is slipping, stealing,
peering above the horizon,
just before becoming full day.

Light chases shadows;
oranges, yellows, reds.
Warm and fuzzy shades.
The light hits the high points,
leaving folds of shadows on
hills and trees.

The sleepy birds chirp themselves awake.
Cats yawn and stretch, and
dogs shake and wag their tails.
Shorebirds, ducks, and geese start their
daily search for tasty morsels.

I love the morning light. 
When it hits the ocean waves
And softens the blues and greens
of the water.

I love the morning light
as it slips over the neighbor’s fence
and slowly lights up my breakfast.

I love the morning light
as it chases away the darkness of night
and always brings with it the promises
of another day; people to meet and things to do.

Posted May 12, 2011 by Maureen in Poems, Randomness

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Full Moon   Leave a comment

Did You See It?

Did you see the moon last night?
I saw it
Hanging brightly in a sky with
the stars twinkling;
making me smile
with its full face.

Did you look out and see it
before you slept?
Did the light make your room bright
and draw your gaze up to it?

 I saw it as it sparkled on the water of the Bay
I saw it as it floated above the hills
I saw its beams dancing on the waves.

It made me want to dance
upon the wet sand
cool waves lapping my toes;
twirling, whirling, splashing in the surf.

Did you see it?
Did you see the same moon I did?
How nice we can share the same moon
while we are apart.

Posted January 25, 2011 by Maureen in Musings, Poems

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Look what followed me home….   Leave a comment

The Moon Followed Me Home

The moon followed me home last night.
She was shining full in the sky as I made my weary way
up the hill, around, then down.
North, west, then turning south
she still followed me, staying above me
shining her light, hanging full and round in the sky.

She lit up the clouds as if it were day.
She lit the Bay waters and obscured the twinkling stars.
She followed me all the way home, watching
me safely inside

When I curled up, warm and sleepy,
she continued her stately walk through the heavens.
Her light shone on the hills.
Her light cast shadows of the trees.
Her light danced and skipped on the sea,
bathing the swells and curls with
silvery light

The moon followed me home last night.
“Can I keep her?” I whispered sleepily
as I dropped off to sleep.

Posted December 22, 2010 by Maureen in Musings, Poems

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Good night, good morning   Leave a comment

Like a warm blanket being pulled over shoulders,
I drove home in twilight and fog.
Tiny stars were twinkling overhead;
the fog was floating, ethereal
blurring everything, making headlights look owlish.
The quarter moon hung in the western sky
gauzy from the fog and clouds, shining brightly.
Past Christmas lights and stop lights,
I pull into the driveway, to home.

Like a blanket slowly pulling back from feet,
the morning woke slowly during my commute.
Fog blanketed the coast,
shapes and lights appearing and disappearing
in the floating white whisps.
Then over the hill – the orange sun bursting from
the retreating cloud cover.
Blue sky peeked while the clouds were
slowly drawn back.
The sun lit the hills and water,
chasing away the clouds, bringing light.
The day is starting joyfully.

Posted December 12, 2010 by Maureen in Poems

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Ocean Haiku   Leave a comment

A Haiku is a kind of poem.  It is three lines, unrhymed.  The first with five syllables, the second with seven, and the third with five.  The object is to evoke emotions, sights, smells, sounds with the few words you use, blending the syllables and words carefully to get your meaning across.

You can find lots of good Haiku on the web.  Many many people are good at it.  I am not.  But — sometimes I get inspired and they just flow.  So here are some Haikus I wrote about the ocean, a daily inspiration for me.

Good morning ocean
Crashing sparkling foaming waves
Blue green – I greet you

Morning sun on water
Dashing sparkling crashing sea
Pushing up on shore

Wind blows, waves toss, froth
High waves, foam froths hissing waves
Dark sand, grey sky, cold 

Waves on rock

Calm sea, grey above
Silent waves – calm before storm
Watch; wait; surfers bob 

Calm in the morning
My reflection in the water
Grey clouds filtered light

Joy in the morning
Seeing ocean waves and sand
Waves crashing on rocks

Sunlight thru the clouds
Piercing, lighting up water
All else is blue grey

Sun on waves and sand

Cold wet wind blowing
High waves frothy white on top
Surfers lined up, wait

Setting sun hits water
Wide column of red water
Goodbye day; night comes

Colors of ocean
Greens, blues, grey combinations
Every day different

My ocean colors
Always and never changing
Blue, green, grey; light, dark

Posted October 29, 2010 by Maureen in Poems

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