I was at a gig on Saturday evening and the venue had a moon painted on the wall above the stage. It inspired this poem.
PAINTED MOON POEM
They painted a moon on the wall
well away from the windows, of course,
to ensure the sun did not reflect
cold silver light.
A circle on plaster
that cannot cause seas to rise or fall,
is of no use for agricultural purposes,
and astronauts do not need to tell Huston
they have a problem
because they cannot land on it.
I looked at it for hours
but could not discern a face
or locate the Sea of Tranquillity
even though the night was still.
I jotted down my thoughts about the moon and spent some of Sunday turning it into a poem. I don't think it's a game changer but it has some merit.
It was a Holly Ebony gig and she was excellent. If you get the chance to see her, take it.
Until next time.
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