Traveling Under the Moon

Monday Morning Musings:

“Certain thoughts, it seemed had minds of their own; they wandered away from their thinkers and lived wild unchained lives.”

–Victor Lodato, Edgar & Lucy

“Laughter is sunshine; it chases winter from the human face.”

–Victor Hugo

 

the year travels, a winding road

marked with gates,

some for love, some for sorrow, some for hate

the road curves, wanders, and splits,

it doesn’t quit,

but rambles round from season to season–

now winter winds blow

over the quiet that is the snow,

and in the chill, we sit and wait–

await our fate–

the moon shines above, and quietly she hums

as the year travels through love and hate, and what is yet to come

 

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Watching the snow fall

 

I wonder if truth lies buried under layers of ice—

there’s no true wisdom or advice

so, in the cold, we watch movies about love*,

perhaps impossible, or perhaps only kind of

a Cold War fairy tale–

Is she a princess?

Is he a god?

Without speaking, they talk

and dance, and together walk

or do they swim

in this magical world they live within?

And afterward we walk and talk

caught in the magic, forgetting

(it’s cold)

watch the pale sun setting,

sparkling the snow and making the buildings glow,

then at night. . .

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Philadelphia, Old City, 3rd and Chestnut

the moon shines above, and quietly she hums

as the year travels through love and hate, and what is yet to come

 

my thoughts wander on their own

only sometimes making themselves known,

I dream and look lovingly at words

hear them sing like birds

flying high in the sky

and wonder why the bad news won’t stop

wishing and wanting the swamp creatures to go,

to be flushed away, to be buried in the snow,

but still it’s so–

there’s love and laughter, chasing away the blues

and yesterday’s, today’s, tomorrow’s news

while at night. . .

 

the moon shines above, and quietly she hums

as the year travels through love and hate, and what is yet to come

 

We visit my mother and sit,

visit when the day is brightly lit–or grey–

either way, we stay,

repeating comments and stories,

(perhaps they really are allegories)

like the silent princess and the god,

that vanish or rise like sun and moon

too soon to tell

(too soon the doctors say)

one day, she’s fine at noon

then lost, she sings another tune

but still–

the sun rises and sets

and we wait

yet watch the road wandering, never straight

 

and the moon shines above, and quietly she hums

as the year travels through love and hate, and what is yet to come

 

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*We actually saw The Shape of Water a couple of weeks ago. I loved it so much, I told my husband that I would have stayed and watched the whole movie again. You can see the trailer here.

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23 thoughts on “Traveling Under the Moon

  1. When you write of the moon humming, I sometimes think I can hear it. I think I might hear it, too, when I wake in the middle of the night and the moon’s light is shining in through the window, the light itself singing a song of its own.

    Such beautiful flow to your tapestry of words. I loved this:

    “my thoughts wander on their own

    only sometimes making themselves known,

    I dream and look lovingly at words

    hear them sing like birds

    flying high in the sky”

    Wishing the best for your mother, and for you and your family.

    • Thank you so much for your comment, Robin.
      Sometimes she seems to be humming very fiercely, and other times it’s more gentle. I’m glad you hear her, too. 🙂
      Thank you for your kind wishes for my mom/family. She seemed much better today.

  2. This really brings back all those days of sitting with my mother. So many emotions and memories. And then she would suddenly be there at times. And time changes.
    Hoping for the best…(and always the moon, faithful, there). (K)

  3. I enjoyed this Monday’s Musings, Merril. I’m so glad I was able to read this only one day “late.” The rhythm and repeated phrasings we’re quite lovely. I realized this and reread it again.
    The words that sing like birds was a “genius” line!

    My oldest daughter, Carrie, is an artist, went to CCAD (Columbus College of Art and Design). We rarely get out and about She is enchanted and filled with desire to see this film which already won one award for the mute female janitor character and best director, I believe. We often insist on waiting until a movie arrives at our 150 year old theatre, keeping funds local. Hope it comes here soon! 🍿🍿

    • Thank you very much, Robin. “Genius line!” 🙂
      I may have already mentioned this, but while you’re waiting. . .we recently watched the movie, “Maudie,” in which Sally Hawkins plays a Canadian folk artist. It may be available now at your library. She was also wonderful in “Made in Dagenham,” where she plays a union organizer.
      And director Guillermo del Torro’s Pan’s Labyrinth is pretty amazing–though much scarier, as is his Devil’s Backbone, which is a ghost story.
      I like movies. 🙂

      • Our family has always thought of movies as either fun, educational or escapes from reality, Merril. I saw the film, “Maudie” is in the local Redbox machine. I would like to watch it with oldest daughter. She and her son Micah are sensitive, artistic people. I think either you mentioned this on a post or in a comment. Thanks for the reminder. . .
        I will check out Sally Hawkins’ other film, too. There is a rather long list of films and books to try and get to. . .one of these days! 😊

  4. It is hard to know but must feel you are letting us know your mother is having some setbacks. Sending you hugs for comfort and hopes for improvement. 🕊
    So sorry this occurred to me as it wasn’t as clear to me due to sleepiness, the first time read through. . .

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