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Blood Moon Rising
“We are all like the bright Moon, but we do have our
darker side.”--Khalil Gibran.
There it is on a warm Spring night, near the end of
May; colossal, humongous, surreal. It is so bright,
that on such nights, I have walked in the woods
without a flashlight. Lunatics, poets, and bipolar
types act out during a blood moon. Werewolves
sprout fangs and claws, while vampires stay within
the shadows.Wild animals get skittish when night
becomes day, just as I felt in Louisiana when it
became very dark and silent at noon, while the car
radio blared a tornado warning; uneasy, off-kilter.
I’m not a selenophile, but as I understand it, the
moon is about one quarter the diameter of the
earth. In an odd celestial dance, it rotates as we
do, and it’s a bit shy about its backside, constantly
facing us, like a performer in a Greek mask. The
dark side is a place of legends and mysteries.
Between 1969-1972, America’s Apollo Program
landed twelve human beings on the lunar surface.
This pissed off the Russians and the Chinese so
much, no one has left a human bootprint in the moon
dust for 47 years. Many of us thought we would have
a colony on the moon by now. With all the bored
billionaires out there playing with their space toys,
I hope there will be men on the moon before 2044,
when I turn 100.
Wolves and simpletons
howl at the moon, while I just
toss it hot air kisses.
Glenn Buttkus
Haibun
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub
16 comments:
Love that closing haiku!
“I just
toss it hot air kisses“
Aww, I love that ending so much. <3
Exquisite! You touched on every lunar reference worth mentioning, Glenn! Excellent!
I grew up dreaming about moon colonies. That was before I learnt we rather make war with each other than explore the galaxy. Never thought we'd have to put our hopes on billionaires playing around.
Your closing Haiku is perfect!
Oh, c'mon, Mr B; don't try to convince us that you're not aware of the Secret Moonbase that's been there since, um, well, I'm not allowed to say When, but (trust me) it's been a while. No big secret anymore. But I suspect you knew that & you're just playing naïve.
Liked your haibun & esp loved the haiku closer!
I lvoe your idea of tossing hot air kisses to the moon. It is very eerie being out at night in the bright full moon. Here's to 2044 Glen. Well done! Maybe by then they can plant you on the moon! :>)
Embracing the moon is a sign of total compatibility with the natural world. Howling doesn't do a bit of good... we all ought to know we're not 'in charge'. Your haiku was wonderful! ;-)
I like that you went for the blood moon aspect of May. Strong write here brother. I be one of those lunatics, crazy for the moon!
"Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs" in the silver embrace of Miss Bella Luna.
It’s fun and deliciously dangerous to walk in the woods without a flashlight – even if the moon is ‘colossal, humongous, surreal’ – there is always that imaginative edge, the thought of lunatics, other poets and wolves. I especially love what you wrote about the moon being ‘a bit shy about its backside, constantly facing us, like a performer in a Greek mask. The dark side is a place of legends and mysteries.’ And your haiku is stunning, Glenn.
I love the lighthearted dismissiveness of your haiku, and the idea of the moon being shy of its backside...brilliant!
I like the way you always incorporate history into your verse. That said, I hope we never colonize the moon. We've done enough damage already.
I wonder how long it will be before we can see with the naked eye the mess our 'men on the moon' will make.
I like the idea of the moon being a performer, always keeping us in its line of sight - lest we don't behave ourselves. (Am I the only one who had to look up selenophile?). Brilliant read.
The moon is a mirror for the sun and for us... maybe that's why we are so fascinated of it, as it really just show us.
I'm afraid what humans on the moon might do to it.
I love the insouciance of your haiku and those hot air kisses!
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