Ladies and Gentlemen Lunch is Served
The present feast is haunted by starving multitudes and chimneys spewing ash.
Read more →Humanity's curious, invasive love reaches for the moon, pondering its silent yearning for peaceful solitude
I wonder what the moon thinks
So many strange objects clicking pictures
Far off from another planet.
It cannot see who’s behind the flashes.
Full moon, new moon, crescent moon.
Does it want to be left alone
To shine in peace?
Moon, say something!
What do you feel
On this matter?
Would you like to wax and wane
Quietly? Need some privacy?
Man has stepped on your surface
Do you mind that? All that equipment?
All that noise?
Wear your moonshine or somber face
I’ll know the answer.
I have only one way to show you my love
I click pictures of you
Share them on my Poetry page
Everyone loves them.
And you!
Grateful if you accept my Friend Request.
I’ve sent you two poems in the Nova Time Capsule
One is my father’s and one is mine
Tell me what you think of them
Please say you love them
With a moon emoji.
I’ll be waiting.
Do you even have Facebook
Up there?
Or have you set your beauty
With a privacy button?
I don’t blame you
We have enough unfinished business
On earth.
Why do we need another’s space?