it's the moon- Aquarius and Leo battling it out

is that what it is.. quirky all day..bluesy all night. shit.

is the text odd here? it looks odd but when I go to edit it looks ok. OS aliens again.

Yes, & probably ...

Funny, & I know Jules is close by. I had a friend who was the most vivacious, outgoing & lively person, happily married, kids, phone always ringing, people dropping by, who said one night apropos of nothing : ' I can't remember a time in my life when I wasn't desperately lonely.'
Now you can point to a character flaw, or self-pity, or just someone reaching out ~ but it wasn't any of those.
She wasn't pleading ~ it was more of a whisper. I almost didn't hear it.
It's our state ; it's who we are ; it's why it's such a huge relief when someone close has the strength to say it aloud,
to make it a poem,
add music,
& a picture of the moon.

Beautiful, Rita.

You have already seen this moon, Kim, maybe felt the current. So close to the tides you are.
so true, accepting our true nature would probably be the easy thing.
But then, we never go the easy way, do we?
Thank you for your seeing just what i wanted to say, and telling me so.

everyone was calm at work...kept waiting for the shit to hit the fan, but that shoe never dropped *whew*
and I'm off tomorrow

"But then, we never go the easy way, do we?" :) nope

Jules, I know the hospital on full moon alert.. ugh. Glad I am off too.
easy way.. God no. Why?
Ask the moon, the tides.

The poem is lovely. Saturn is in retrograde. It is really driving me crazy.

I am a moon child and this is just wonderful.



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MHOS: I know. I didn't know why, but I knew.
Algis thank you for your artwork. You and I live by the moon, stars, tides, don't we?

Rita,
You have this gift of capturing these moments where all defences are stripped away. Those moments where we experience the essence of who we are - vulnerabilities, needs, desires, fears and all - and you guide us through it effortlessly. And in doing so it makes me feel more connected in the comforting universality of human experience.

when and all

at and then

there and hereafter

always, not if.

I am taken aback by your words. And also taken back, way back.

Once upon a time
in a road house
a tight waitress in yesterday's dress,
a friend of the drummer
was summoned to the stage
nervously she sang

Blue Moon


Many of us
at the bar
stood applauding
gulped
and
bought
one
more

I remember a ferry ride to Cape May?
It was long ago. Maybe I dreamt hat.
typo
that
Dreams and day's events get muddled.
I've dreamed of ferry rides on occasion.
If you forget your hat that's good luck.
`
At the stressful time I was in law courts.
`
My whole life has been stress after stress.
If we get looney we just past through that.
In Nova Scotia, Canada it get very lonely.

You get almost afraid it feels heavy lonely.
Suicide in Canada is up `with a `heartache.
EMT get many sad/sigh suicide 9-11 calls.
I met one former EMT who was so-pained.
I will not tell what was shared. Trauma, ay.
I though war PTSD was awful. Life can be.
Somehow we survive. I sorta pass via `it.
I mean in Canada I could feel very lonely.

It was a heavy burden. I recalled my life.
I remember sad events from childhood.
Somehow - Lonely don't scare anymore.
`
portraying my lawyer
as expensive
and very incompetent
`
The digit era is more dangerous.
I worry we (not all) can flee Self.
People should reflect. See Moon.

I gaze at the Moon as I type this.
We get strength for 1,000 miles.
Repost - If it's worth said once`
`
It's worth repeating 1,000 times.
I gotta hop in the sack of barn hay.
Hay in britches can be so scratchy.

Those full moons seem to cause strange feelings for many of us.

Don't think I've read this before, but pleased I have now.

Always, not if. Oh, if if if. Such a powerful word. This is lovely, Rita, and I agree - the perfect capture of the moment, the little oh!-lift that comes when the moon comes into view. It is of the moment, and forever, this poem, R.

Wind from winding roads blowing cold beneath my hair. . .

Thanks for posting this, Rita. In January, and again last night I looked at that full moon and thought it was simply a poem suspended in space. I thought, jeez, the world doesn't need one more poem about a full moon--then I read yours. . .

Wind from winding roads blowing cold beneath my hair. . .

Thanks for posting this, Rita. In January, and again last night I looked at that full moon and thought it was simply a poem suspended in space. I thought, jeez, the world doesn't need one more poem about a full moon--then I read yours. . .

It's those moments that remind us of what we already know...waxing or waning the moon hangs for us.

And what Art James says helps me me be brave...like the times I am barefoot and blanket wrapped.

Twice is nice, rita **

I thought the moon was full last night. It was very good company. I loved the poem.

I'm glad you reposted since I hadn't seen this one before. (I hate it when I miss things!) As usual, rated.

Remembered, reread, rerated

The full moon in Leo is always something. Thanks for this soft piece.

DiBi your comments always buoy me up, sometimes I come back and read them, for courage when posting something I am unsure about, or need a boost, thank you so much my late night/early morning friend.
Margaret, thank you, the moon, Tom Waits and all the if's take us there don't they.
Thanks JP, sometimes all you can do, is order another one.
Art: it was a fairytale ride, thank you for the comforting words today, I think of you looking at the moon as you wrote this your arm on my shoulder "Somehow lonely don't scare anymore" I needed to know that, I just didn't know the question to ask.
Linda glad it is new for you, and that you enjoyed it. TY
Songbird, apt description : little OH that come when glimpsing the moon coming up. Exactly. Thank you for reading.
Hi John glad I am not the only one doing things twice :) , you are one person I know did not see this one, posting it for you, thanks for much.
Thanks Catch, the moon hangs for us. Nice thought, perhaps it's nature's way of reminding us of all things beautiful in the night, to hold on. Happy to hear twice is nice for you also!
Thank you Miguela, sweet to think of all of us writers, poets and dreamers seeing it across the world, at different times but together.
ILL: Appreciate you reading and coming by, glad it was new for you.
Tr ig: I remember your comment, thank you again. Love me two times baby..
Mary it is soft, isn't it, like the yellow light. Sometimes things are so subconsciously done, it's wonderful when someone brings them forward. TY.

Between your poem and Kim's comment, my heart could burst. ~r

Joanie, I admit I keep a folder of comments I love in my documents file, Kim has his own category, you are there also. Some people just know exactly what to say. Thanks for being one of them.

Beautiful.

I've spoken these very words, "call if lonely", under a full moon, across the ocean to one I love.

He still hasn't called.

Yes. A full moon....

...always, not if. You always reach into my heart, Rita.
~R~

All of this ... was with me last night ... why didn't I come and look.
I couldn't see ... the moon ... all night ... and yet ... I spoke to it ...
desperately lonely ... such a deep inside feeling ... an inner ... always ... feeling ... because acknowledged ... a bit less so ... here ...

I remember reading this poem the first time and being so moved by it. I am moved again. Thanks for re-posting this and I hope you get to a place where you feel better.

Not if, always
living to

forget remembering
but just (forgetting)

being lonely
KimG...

whispers from the heart
come... grab a seagull

gently

And take the ferry
from Lewes D.
with rita &
A.J. to
the

Cape of May!
sing moon

songs

behind
sand dunes

fill hat brims
with sea foams

catch moth flames
with bare toes...

and me too.

~ Saludos Poeta!

Grateful ... once more ...
for these words ...
for those who ... allow ...
who ... hear ...
who are ... the whisper ... whispering ...

I did not see this in October 2010. I saw it today, and I'm glad I did.

V: hoping he does soon.. thank you, welcome here.
Sheila, hello, in moon glow, TY
Kim UB: sweetly said, appreciate you reading.
II , loving your verse and the thought of the ferry with AJ, moth flames and sand dunes, gently laughter. What a daydream on a February night. The Moon is staring straight at me as I type, over the woods. Saludos Poet compatriot.
anna1: the whisperer and the whispered too, each receives a gift, in the listening and the telling. Thank you my friend.
No? Brass Steve Dos, I thought you had, but glad it's a fresh one for you, perhaps looking out over the farmland tonight. Hello, Hello!

Forgot Alysa, so sorry, no worries. It's my Irish melancholy nature, it sways with the moon, the sun rise, rain on the roof, summer grass, ocean fog and thunderstorms. It takes me to the dark and light places almost equally, thank you for reading and wishing me well.

It's overcast here, so no visible full moon. But at least I got to enjoy this poem instead.

Well I dunno. Maybe I did, maybe not, you cannot pin me down
Re if I commented.
But oh ten was a long time ago, it is what,
Oh twelve now?


Call if lonely.."
Calls from Mizz Lonelyheartses are nice. They make a day worth the effort, if only for a brief second when you realize: ha, I made a damn difference in someone’s brutal theater.
But the next moment comes, after the phone is back to charging again…
These phones need a lot of energy these days, I find…
And one gets distracted from something..like…
a reflection from the window
catching shadowed filled eyes…
then another route is taken, another parallel universe discarded but
hopefully still alive in the fabled Multiverse…….of
coexisting multiple universes taken to Infinity…or..
not…
it matters not much, here…….

when and all
at and then
there and hereafter
always, not if.


If.
If is never ‘always’, alas, unless somewhere else.
It would claim to be and in 1000 yrs may be. But..
Phones need recharging….

Thanks for re-posting. This is beautiful.

Sarah it was very clear and like a spotlight over the fields last night, thanks for visiting.
Making a difference in someone's brutal theater, how true James. Perhaps that is why we enjoy OS, our friends popping by and making a difference. My phone is charged. Thanks James.
Firechick: glad you stopped by, appreciate your reading.

Saturn in retrograde means the planet has shifted to where it goes to out of view in parts of the cycle of what they call retrograde to sitting still and not spinning, to not visible at all near the end for a few days (will be bad those days) to where it lessens up and comes into view. This all just means that Saturn and its movements is important in your birth chart. I don't understand it all the way but you will have times when you will most likely feel like old wounds and issues from the past will arise, it is your time to solve them finally, put them to rest, so they do not cause turmoil in your future, which is what I am trying to do. You can also just ignore it and the suffering is no different, either way when Saturn comes back it will expect us to go forward with it. But, if you do go through all the motions to solve past hurts you will be able to rise to a more joyous level and your ascension during this lifetime will rise. This is how a Buddhists friend described it to me. Hope it helps.

If...scary word...but make if, DO...Yes...I WILL. No more what If...

/r

I think I read this when you posted it in 2010 . . . but like all the best poetry, it is resonant time after time after time . . .

Thanks MHOS: I am not sure I understand what it all means, but hope for the best, and thank you for explaining it!
No More what if Michelle? no can't do it.. TY
Owlie you prolly did read it, my old friend. Thanks for reading again, and popping in to see me.

Hm. I missed this in October of 2010, now how the heck did that happen? (I just went back and found it, and not a word from me! I am so embarrassed!)

I have always loved your stuff. And every tiny little when, in this poem, well I do wish there were someone else there, doing those sorts of little things now and then.

DB: i think my stuff must seem so scattered to you.. thank you for always reading. that is so much enough.

The full moon catches me in a similar way every time she comes around. Light and dark playing through the limbs outside and the only sane response is to dance out there with the silvery shadows across my face remembering Hecate and how the moon is my lover

Wait, what?

ha! Nana are you making fun of my Stygian poetry?
dance away my friend!