SuperMoon
Arrives just above the sleeping machinery.
Arrives just above the sleeping machinery.
Splayed across
mazy paths
dwindling from-
a cloudless, lazy sky
like pink
cotton candy fluff
arousing
watered mouths
and
tear-streaked passions
until
becoming one
with the night
stuck like a
beached barge.
Some people saw it from hay fields
while others gathered in open parks.
Even famous landmarks couldn't steal
the eyes of thirsty onlookers struck by
the magic of the SuperMoon.
Naturally, fireflies ignored the passing of the SuperMoon
and contined their flight amongst the stars.
It was, after all, just another night in the neighborhood of life.
I have written this for:
THE MAG
Supermoon 2013, Julio Cortez, AP
"Neruda was right about all mysterious women,
the moon lives within the lining of their skin."
- John Geddes, A familiar Rain
For other Magpie Tales, at The Mag
with Tess Kincaid go here
11 comments:
i like that 'just another night in the neighborhood of life.' :)
Well, it's about time you got back with the program! It was well worth the wait, though. (LOL?)
In like the same as TeX. This is delicious :-)
Aloha
For some reason youve reminded me of "Last flight of the phoenix", Cheers Karen
Oh those tear-streaked passions! Thank goodess the super moon doesn't come along very often. Wonderful words.
And super words to describe it, too. Nice one.
.. 'just another night in the neighborhood' .. now we wait for August 10th 2014!! I enjoyed this.
Karen: Your posts are inspirational. I agree. It's "just another night in the neighborhood."
hm, I see they are still working at the Statue of Liberty.
Greetings,
Filip
an incredible scene!
Yep, just another night in the neighborhood of life...
like that ending!
=)
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