a poem for the moon

Sigh......r

big one.. thanks hugs

i love this one rita. i 'specially love :

"this space beside me

that upon awakening

sits on my chest"

because i know this feeling... intimately.

It's 3 am, not 4, so not past all hope for redemption before the day returns. I hope this is not a hot flash.

Indeed I do know that night. "the memory, all memory"...grand, beautiful and fine hard writing.
Rated.

Yes.

3am - the witching hour! Those tangled sheets tell it all.

lorianne, last night woke at 3am and that space swallowed me up..thanks friend
Me too OB for your sake, mine too late!
Scylla me and you and that break in the wave thanks my dutiful, always there in the night guardian..
Spike: Yes.. oh yes
Zanelle tangled up in blues was a great line and feeling thank you for reading

I would love to know where you learned to write and how long it takes you to compose a poem....

Patricia, I never learned, this is pure hobby for me, really thank you for your sweet words, i appreciate them so. of course I want to say I went to a nice Ivy covered place but perhaps you know of the school of Hard Knocks, that's me. Thank you I always enjoy your commentary.

One people, one sky. Yes. Just went out to see the moon here.
Once. I knew. Once ... this awake. Part of me walked away from night. That night. That once. Long ago.

anna. you get it. so did I. on this one 3am it was so clearly felt this walk away. Thanks friend.

These poems are relentless, Rita, with the beautiful expressions of nearly palpable loss and the lamenting of that loss. I am not complaining. Not at all. Pour it on. I can take it. I am more than willing to pay the emotional price of admission to continue reading them.

Yes i do know this night. It used to visit me quite often. -R-

damn Stevedos. Relentless is not too poetic to me. I will carry on with the maudlin. It is my 'thing'
smile emoticon.

FJacket: sometimes you just have to succumb to it..
hoping for sleep for us both
Christine yes. I know you know this one. thank you.

Never too many poems for the moon. 3 a.m. is the most vulnerable time of the night.

Haunting thoughts inspired by a bewitching moon.

This is one of my favorites, Rita. ~r

Mood-drenched, mysterious, powerful, as only memories can be, especially at 3a.m. Fascinating poem; it has a kind of mournful gravity, and I really like the phrase "the clock's telling tick."

I love this. The picture, the tangles sheets, "who was right and why can gladly go." And Tom Waits.

I dreamed last night about the moon and life. Perhaps it was the moon that caused it all.
Rated with hugs

thank you Rita , as I read your poem, the music, the impact of your words made me cry.

I do know this night. Far too many of them in fact, and you capture it well. Finely done, Rita.

who was right and why/can gladly go~

might as well, because all that's left is that pressure on the chest and the waiting for time to pass so it's all a memory...again.

lucky moon, then.

Thank you all Linn, Jerry, Joan, Pilgrim for reading and supporting my poems here... appreciated.

"this space beside me
that upon awakening
sits on my chest"

looks like a few of us (hi, lorianne) can taste the truth of these lines. great stuff, rita.

Some poems are better left uncommented. This is one, Rita. Just beautiful.
♥R

The repetition of "this" in the beginning stanzas is particularly effective in calling the reader into the immediacy of the feeling/emotion/moment described. Stunning work, rita . . .

Jaime, welcome, thank you for coming by
Linda thank you appreciate your loyal support here
Simonede don't cry, it's springtime! sorry for the tears friend..
MP: Hello there haven't seen you, must check out your place, thank you
Catch Hope they aren't all memories now, but could be, we will see in the future thanks poet friend
Thank you Femme your words always encourage me..

I'm glad your comment revealed ...
...
It was the moon! Great ball of fire!
I woke last night! 1! 2! 3! 4! Moon!
...
Moon said` "Get out of bed Moon!"
huh?
Moon next to folk poke belly button!
huh?
Do good.
Do well.
Be caring.
Be loving.
Whatever.
The moon looked like snow.
White glow on mountain trees
Limbs sparkled. What a moon.
Unprepared crank-o say moon`
melt, and snow melt on contact.
`
wow.
watch moon tonight with who...?
whoever.
see cameo.
see rita shibr.
moon warmer.
moon beamer.
warm soft aye!
moon gaze ah!
moon haze eh!
moon comets!
moon glow oho.
moon no comment.
moon make folk goofy.
moon giddy get goofy.
Goofy snoop earlier?
I had to shut off this.
This digit itchy lice.
This sad ice ages.
Ignore moon?
No! Bean it?
Beet moon?
Beat Kerry?
Behave oho.
Moon editor?
No moon rita.
No act goofy.
okay. hacked.
hatched. egg.
Kerry hatched.
Pop from a egg.
He got hatched.
Editor Big Bird!
Sat so Sin bah's!
a goof for hoots!

I am awake every night at 3 am....am intimately familiar with the outline of my bedroom window...
I look for meteors,
I wait for peace.
Dawn brings sleep...and the alarm rings.

But now at 3 am --- I also think of you, Rita...
and smile a little.

Fusun, thank you.
Owlie, I haven't seen you in so long.. hope you are well.. thank you for the commentary always welcome here.
art: I wish it was must the moon I wanted beside me.. it would all be so easy wouldn't it. No not Kerry either! thanks art
JT: thinking of me? how very sweet, thank you for the read my insomnia friend.

I'm over the moon for the moon and you. Wonderful!

yes i know that night, but not as well as you've put it here.

r

Simply elegant and rich.

Glad to be back! All is well, just accidentally got lost amongst work and "real" life, which will probably happen again, unfortunately . . .

Memories of tangled sheets in cheaper rooms always bring a knowing smirk to my face, Rita. Another great poem.

Lezlie

This is one of those that swirls around beneath the words, formless, ephemeral, a kind of one size fits all in that the basic gist is understood and yet it fits itself to the reader particularly..

It is my understanding that really good art is universal, not dependent on the artist but free to all who experience it - this is very much that :).

Rated for tactile.

Wonderful, Rita. I recently wrote a 3am poem - didn't know you had a series of them! Thankfully I don't have many 3am nights and I'm sorry that you do - but glad of the inspiration it gives you to write like this.

Okay. I'm sorry about the word "relentless." But Jesus, Rita. They keep coming on. One after another. Each accomplishing exactly what it was designed to do. From my point of view.

Like I said though. Keep 'em coming. I can take it.

Yes, "many moons ago."

Yes, I have known this night...xox

Thanks BSB, it was a nice one last night.
Damon, what a nice compliment, thank you, appreciated.
Owlie glad you came back, yes real life intrudes doesn't it?
Leslie, a knowing smirk back at you TY
Seer, great word Tactile, that you use with my poem, well, very nice, TY.
Oh yes, Tril, 3am and I are well acquainted, have to run over and see you poem, I have not been reading as much some stuff on my plate here. TY
I will try SteveDos, unfortunately they come when they want, not when planned or asked for.. thanks for coming back, I always enjoy your commentary.
Cathy, glad it isn't more often for you, they can be zingers. Thank you for reading.
Robin, we are in that club together, huh Robin? Thank you for coming by..

Con, forgot you up there, thanks for the read and the thoughts.

A lady such as yourself needs a good sound sleep,
8 hours, no 3 am psychosis.

Art James is right: "the moon!great ball of fire!"

who is right?
you. always.even at 3:30..

who is wrong?
"oh, i just don't know anymore..
so many reasons to questions the very best
assumptions i make about the
current ambiguous situation"

Moon said, get out of bed, Moon!

More truth in that than in heavy pressure
cutting off breath.

Memory is for neophytes to this human condition.
All the oldtimers have ways of suppressing it.
No drugs or wine available? Give yourself a smack
in the head.

NowNow Now...
that is the mantra.
(buy it for $18.95 a month)

Blink.Get reacquainted with your eyes.
they will dispel memory.
sheets and pillows of fine quality
are no good
if you can't sleep.

knock yourself out & come back
by whatever means you can:
memory is
the cancer
that eats your beauty and your joy

yeah. hit that one out of the park :)

I like your poem. It is hot!

This struck me..like Miles. Such emotion told, so simply and exacting. Love this. You put out gems, my dear. :)

This got me thinking, about something I have been working on. That hour, those memories. Well done.

James, I like your advice. I will heed it as much as I can!
Victoria it's not erotica but I guess you could say it has sexual undertones.. no doubt.. thanks Victoria.
Jules, I like the baseball metaphor! cool. Thank you HB Jules. I like seeing your avatar on my page. Did you see I voted yours as my favorite a few weeks ago? The hat, the open smile.
Cindy it might be a bit like the Miles poem or lonely like the music. Thank you for your kind words, I take them to heart always.

Oh James, that was my point about the fine linens exactly, doesn't matter, awake is awake, alone is alone.

I know this night too well of late!

perhaps I do....

Lovely poem. The way you've brought the solitary into companionship (perhaps you know)...

and la luna

this reminds me of words I wrote about words read a while back on a post by flw, somewhere else, i love these echoes,
they--
remind me that we are all alive
(for aren't these posted comments a conversation, achieved in ether and digital ink instead of spoken accents?)
and my comment to her was
I had a professor, a long time ago, who asked us if we did not wake in the middle of the night, asking questions that had no easy answers, regret-filled
and we looked at him
clueless almost-adults, the oldest among us not yet twenty one
and he sighed, and said "but you are too young, what am I thinking"
and now, yes,
i know this waking

I agree with you about the night passage... inspite of the questions to be confronted there

the assault that all the noise and aggression of the day makes on my being---often only finds solace and refuge in the quiet of night---but then, after awhile, reluctant loneliness carries me back into the day

and the limitations of my senses.

Thanks for reading PV, sorry about your relating to this so well.
Three poets in a row here!
The planets in alignment. Vanessa, how true we never think we will be alone or lose sleep when young although I remember a heartbreak or two. Thank You.
C&V so glad to see you around lately, goaty hooves and all. Selfishly I always enjoyed your comments on the poems. TY
II how true and just my thoughts here, the constant of the questions why 's and why nots don't seem to mean very much confronted with the middle of the night. I would gladly be the loser then. Thank you for your thoughtful commentary.

Beautiful. :)

thanks Angel.

Hauntingly lovely poetry rita

eric

I LOVE this! "perhaps you know this bed / this awake /this space beside me". Wow. "this space beside me" is the center of gravity for all the orbiting emotions.
/R

What inspired this? Rated!

Oh do I know this night.
Magnificent poetry
rated with love

Thank you Eric, for persisting with the system enough to read and comment, much appreciated.
ASH: I guess you do know this night by your response which is great; the center of gravity for all orbiting emotions, thank you for the thoughtful read.
Pranay: I am old compared to you but not too old to feel this night, you will see! thanks friend.
RP: if we live long enought (see Pranay above, smile) I guess we all get a chance to feel regret and loneliness. Thank you RP.

I wish you'd PM your poems. I hate that they elude me till much later. I loved this one,"who was right and why

can gladly go ,"
I am the opposite of an insomniac but can so relate anyways.

Hey Ferns, I like to see you come by a bit later, I don't like PMing my poem like substances, I am quite bashful (um not really) .
Sorry you can relate. Who was wrong is so meaningless in the middle of a full moon night. TY Fernsy.

I'd pay good $$ for your paper companion book!

When silver clouds be
fore the moon,
thank your lucky stars
you cannot see them

Thank You JP: I admire your poems, your thought processes.

Ooooh. I liked this.

Oh, man...WHAT a night. This evoked so many nights and so many emotions. You're dangerous. Seriously...

Scarlet: welcome here! glad you enjoyed.
Keka: now, you knew that already didn't you friend? Thank you..

I liked this, "till the sound of my heart, a gong in my ears," very much. Great imagery and fitting with the full moon pic. Very nice.

thank you Robin, nice to see you here. Gong in my ears, I hate when that happens.

You have captured here what I have felt all my life in such perfect words. To me, this experience has always defied words. Uncanny. R

resting on yr laurels, i see, mz 53 rating.
existential scream-outs go both ways.
i get antsy & anxious waiting for a new rita poem.
seems that some blogs matter more than others, hm?

"the memory, all memory..."
no way to proceed in the now.
unless a powerful incident arises to help
define one's archetypal relation to reality.

When i am in my right mind,
any incident whatsoever is important,
to be exploited for poetic exploration.

go and have one of yr witch's sabbaths...
or drink some chablis...
or subvocalize w/ impunity...

:-)

Thank you for coming by Michele, I am enjoying reading your poems also, glad I found you!

antsy for a Rita Poem? cool, I like that thought. No chablis, no witches sabbath tonight James, quiet and cool spring breeze... so you found out I am cheating on you with another blog? it's not what you think..really.. it's just a friend.. nothing more.. the whole time I was writing there I was thinking of you... really.. smile here.

it may be 3am
but your soul
is of blue-sky tint

,

thanks UME, I will remember that one. Nice to see you here.

an incredible poem
universal, so many can say,
yes! that's me too

Is beautiful, Rita.
Is why I have slept in a single bed
for 18 years.

love the Tom.

Thanks Kathy, a universal feeling, glad I tapped into that.
Kim, true a single bed eliminates the space next you, but the heartbeat like a gong and who was right and why will stick no matter where, unfortunately. Tom is always a good friend at 3am. Thanks Kim.

You're right about both of those things Rita. Sigh.