Blue Moon Poem by Linda Hepner
Blue Moon
Look up, girl!
The moon once more transformed into a moon
no longer owns you or invades your night,
and it belongs to you as if the past
has been a dream that blew
away and faded
when the morning dawned to own the sky.
Gone, gone, girl!
The orb obsessed you, once a tune
humming like ghosts, blurring your flashing sight.
The missile landed, but its tragic blast
exploded, then renewed
reality, invaded
just when I thought from moonshine I would die.
Look up, girl!
Now the brightness lights my night like noon –
rising in splendor, full and dazzling white
sharing its glory with your life at last,
epiphanies so few:
delight upgraded
freeing the memory for mind and eye.
LRH
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A Blue Moon is not actually blue: it''s called after the idiom, ''Once in a blue moon! '' meaning a rare occurrence. In fact a blue moon is a second full moon in the month. This last one was in December 2009 and came on New Year''s Eve. I spotted it as I left Irvine CA- it was huge and brilliant with a radiance filling the sky. Half an hour later it had shrunk. Happy New Year!
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5/1/2024 10:36:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The sun always shines as night is replaced with light. Your poem shines!