As I drove home from doggie class last night, the clouds parted to let the full moon almost burst forth. This full moon is also a supermoon (close to the Earth) and it was mesmerizing. At a stoplight, I sat too long and the person behind me honked their horn.
The March full moon is called the Full Worm Moon since March is when earthworm casts begin to appear which heralds the eminent return of robins and spring. I was thinking of a classic Basho haiku about the moon, but I couldn’t find it. I did find this nice one of his (in this translation from the Japanese, it loses its traditional meter but I like the rhythm)
The pine tree of Shiogoshi
Trickles all night long
Shiny drops of moonlight.
And in looking around, I also found this very nice one:
but for a moment
the moon shall rest on the sea
drifting with the tide
Are you enjoying this week’s full/super moon? Any poetry you care to share? Or songs?
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luna shined last night
bout 9 in the calm back yard
she smiled like she does
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Nice
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the moon it was a super moon
it was shining up there bright
it was war here in march 2020
a calm and shining night
the dogs go out and come back in
3 or 4 times and hour
the full moon makes them skiddish
cranks up the anxious power
the full moon has an effect ‘
for sure i have been told
left handed folks come out in groves
lots of weird stuff gets sold
the mystery’s of the full moon toll
has long been voodoo stuff
the light is there and so are you
but consequence may be tough
even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night,
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright
luckily its march right now
so we can just enjoy the glow
and send a kiss up to the stars
just pucker up and blow
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warm not war
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War works kind of well right now. So sad.
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…yeah. Didn’t even consider it might be a typo.
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It didn’t occur to me either.
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Is this yours, tim? Well done!
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I love it that Tim’s poetry is back.
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Anybody who’s up right now, the moon is still out and glorious.
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Last night there were cloud stripes floating across. It was wonderfully spooky .
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We saw it Sunday night just as it was rising… It was wonderful.
I’ll think more, but here’s one that comes to mind… anyone know where it’s from?
“I see the moon and the moon sees me,
God bless the moon, and god bless me.”
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My favorite version was this one with exquisite harmonies, often heard on TLGMS.
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There’s a line in Greg Brown’s “Daughters” – something like “Dad, the moon is coming home with us…
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dylans ill be your baby tonight has a line
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…that big fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon… nice – I hadn’t remembered that one.
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There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
― George Carlin
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This man one goes way back:
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Hi-
An oldie but a goodie.
Township election day. I’m up for election this year for another 3 year term. I do hope I win the seat again. I am unopposed and I don’t think I’ve upset too many residents so…
I’ll let you know in the morning. 🙂
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sounds like you might win or at least not lose
if no one votes are you in cause you votedd
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do you just write this, it’s amazing
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Assuming you mean tim’s poetry? Yes, isn’t he amazing?
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O, he’s great – taking a stab at yours is ok
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WordPress is giving me trouble with this but here goes:
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Nice Bill.. He had a better voice than I expected
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I LOVE Carla Sciaky. Thanks for posting this, BiR.
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Child Moon by Carl Sandburg
THE child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
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Very nice!
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