The Madness of The Moon.

Hey y’all. Just a note before my latest poem. I’m going to try to get on a schedule with my blog. I will be posting on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Thanks for reading.

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Moon, what exactly are you there for? You confound me. I want to howl at you, curse you, defile you. But you’re some kind of ancient voodoo. I can’t seem to get over you. How you love to spoon feed me hope. I want the night back, you questionable ball of light.

I always end up swooning like a girl who’s crushing on a guy in a band. The band’s amazing. The guy’s a jerk. My heart’s eclipse begins with you. I try to catch you, but you thrive on being elusive. I can’t extract a single angle of your countenance.

You’re the world’s worst suitor. You disappear on a whim- so indecisive. Here I sit. Hoping for a whisper, a sigh, any kind of insight. Just trying to solve your scrambled math.

I’ll never have you, but I can write about you. I’m going to write fast and long into your face, drenching you with heat. Something you could never fathom. You, with no promise of sensuality, just what we poets give you. How we like to romanticize you. Ironic, since the sparks belong to forgotten stars. They glimmer with desire.

Don’t even get me started on the sun. Now there’s a real hero. Direct. No BS.

I should write about its illustrious wonder. Sadly, it holds its own appeal (even though it’s so much better than you). I’ve always found the sun’s blinding light to be the enemy of my creativity.

No, silly woman that I am, I’m haunted by quartered light, half coming some nights, half leaving the next. You expect the darkness to clean up the carnage while you turn away, and decide what shape to take. Yet, here I am, on my knees, dreams in hand, hoping for the sly wink of your fucking wane.

-Tosha Michelle

79 thoughts on “The Madness of The Moon.

      1. That was quick. I hope you enjoy. Just remember, that book waa my early attempt at poetry. I really appreciate you purchasing the book. I wish I had known, I would have sent you one for free.

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  1. The moon is a charlatan, isn’t it? The glow not even its own. The comparison to the musician in the rock band was excellent. Just like empty calories.

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  2. Lovely write again Tosha. You’re right, why don’t we just compose odes to the sun. I guess it does not quite give that same feeling 😀
    I love your half-rant half-poetic posts and the ever present wit to bundle it all in one seductive package 🙂

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  3. Brava!!! So excellent. We do romanticize a stupid ball of rock floating around our little traveling home, don’t we? And then I thought about the fact that the moon doesn’t give any of her own light anyway….AND YOU WROTE ABOUT THAT TOO!! Ha. This is amazing and you are brilliant. Love this a lot. All my best, Tosha.

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  4. Ah, yes, the moon…we swoon, howl, hide, curse and look for it at different times of our lives, still, it has this appeal that we an’t quite put our finger on… I love the allusion to the old nursery rhyme in the opening stanza and thoroughly enjoyed this so very much!!! Brilliant!

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  5. The madness isn’t the moon’s, but your blog readers who will have to wait between excellent blog posts, Miss. 😉 But I certainly understand (I’ve backed off a bit myself).

    Another wonderful long-line poem about one of my favorite subjects: la Bella Luna. 🙂 This is wunderbar, Tosha. (Love that photo, too!)
    🙂

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  6. “Ironic, since the sparks belong to forgotten stars. They glimmer with desire.” This art is all so clever and feisty! I smiled all the way through it feeling one insight after another.

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  7. “I’m going to write fast and long into your face, drenching you with heat…”

    There’s something about your words that keeps us coming back again & again & reading more & more…

    I do not doubt, the moon is reading it too!

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  8. I’ve always loved the moon too, but you manage to show the two faces, or many faces, of it. Amazing stuff! and the image too. I love your poetry.. Keep it up.

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