Skies in dark dress
Paint on my canvas my locked distress
Grown by your absence and the loneliness I feel.
And the Moon like a white rose in the sky, rose again
and then I see your face mirrored on the moon’s disc,
smiling shyly, but, suddenly drops of rain
blurred the view of you tears
for the dying hope of seeing you again….
poem Nikos Vittis
anthokosmos 2015
One response to “Fool Moon”
The Moon (music & read by John Cale.”Kerouac-Kicks Joy Darkness” LP, 1997)
The moon her magic be, big sad face
Of infinity. An illuminated clay ball
Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks
She kicks a star, clouds foregather
In Scimitar shape, to round her
Cradle out, upsidedown and old time
You can also let the moon fool you
With imaginary orange-balls
Of blazing imaginary light in fright
As eyeballs, hurt & foregathered,
Wink to the wince of the seeing
Of a little sprightly otay
Which projects spikes of light
Out the round smooth blue balloon
But full of mountains and moons
Deep as the ocean, high as the moon,
Low as the lowest river lagoon
Fish in the Tar and pull in the Spar
Billy the Bud and Hanshan Emperor
And all wall moongazers since
Daniel Machree, Yeats see
Gaze at the moon ocean marking
the face –
In some cases
The moon is you
In any case
The moon.
(Jack Kerouac, 1958)