Blue Moon

so called, as once a blue moon or so, a poem might appear. @;-)

Another version of this was written in March, 2003 for the grassroots “Poets Against the War” website,

along with thousands of other poems, from thousands of other poets. The site is still active.

Old Woman and The Child

He said,

“It is dark!

Did the comet die?”

She answered,

“Yes, it is dark,

the comet is gone,

dark prayers are planted in the land.

But look,

here, in the round

we still have our fire.  

I tell you now,

before they come-

drink blood from our fingers

eat bowls of our dead-

we’ll show them the river’s source in the stars,

found in each of their palms.

And one-by-one

they will sit down, and remember.”


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    • kj on December 1, 2007 at 9:03 pm

    not March, 2003. Details, details!

  1. I like pretty much everything about it, the images, the message (which can be taken at so many different levels of the heart), the words themselves and how they’re strung together.

    Thank you for sharing this, kj.

    • oculus on December 1, 2007 at 9:19 pm

    it was not immediately obvious to me that you WROTE this poem!

    • Edger on December 1, 2007 at 9:31 pm

    It reminded me of Gregory Benford’s novel Great Sky River.

    • RiaD on December 1, 2007 at 11:33 pm

    i like the imagery…the feeling of this.

    please share more of your work with us (^.^)

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