For Big Tent Poetry
This week’s prompt
Earlier this week, the moon rose full and orange. It was gorgeous, and instead of worrying about werewolves or the other crazies that are supposed to be out and about during a full moon, I wanted to be one. Call it the pull of the moon or full moon fever, but as that glowing orb rose, the urge to do something wild and unpredictable grew like a daisy in time-lapse photography!
I’m not going to tell you if I did or did not indulge my urge to join the ranks of the wild and crazy, but I will put it into a poem. And that’s your job this week.
Write about something you would love to do but have never dared. Maybe you are indeed a poet who lives on the edge. Choose one of your greatest adventures and put it in a poem. Never ventured over to the dark side? Make something up! Keep us guessing. To quote Mary Oliver in “The Summer Day,” “Tell me, what is it you plan to do/ with your one wild and precious life?”
RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
Full moon on the rise
Another day over
And nothing done but the day
So much more to life
Than nine to five routine
Wasted weekends down the pub
Pressure, pastimes, plans
Two weeks in Majorca
Saving for a rainy day
Disillusioned dreams
Unfulfilled ambitions
Searching for the perfect day
*
Staring at the night
Eyes and mind wide open
Affordable luxury
1998
My first trip to Asia
Indian sub-continent
1999
East, to Thailand; settled
The country I now call home
*
Childhood memories
A game I used to play
In my imagination
I’d transport myself
To my favourite place
Where all things were possible
Live life to the full
Laughing, learning, loving
Happily ever after
I like to think that
I’d imagined that place
To be right where I am now
This week’s prompt
Earlier this week, the moon rose full and orange. It was gorgeous, and instead of worrying about werewolves or the other crazies that are supposed to be out and about during a full moon, I wanted to be one. Call it the pull of the moon or full moon fever, but as that glowing orb rose, the urge to do something wild and unpredictable grew like a daisy in time-lapse photography!
I’m not going to tell you if I did or did not indulge my urge to join the ranks of the wild and crazy, but I will put it into a poem. And that’s your job this week.
Write about something you would love to do but have never dared. Maybe you are indeed a poet who lives on the edge. Choose one of your greatest adventures and put it in a poem. Never ventured over to the dark side? Make something up! Keep us guessing. To quote Mary Oliver in “The Summer Day,” “Tell me, what is it you plan to do/ with your one wild and precious life?”
RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
Full moon on the rise
Another day over
And nothing done but the day
So much more to life
Than nine to five routine
Wasted weekends down the pub
Pressure, pastimes, plans
Two weeks in Majorca
Saving for a rainy day
Disillusioned dreams
Unfulfilled ambitions
Searching for the perfect day
*
Staring at the night
Eyes and mind wide open
Affordable luxury
1998
My first trip to Asia
Indian sub-continent
1999
East, to Thailand; settled
The country I now call home
*
Childhood memories
A game I used to play
In my imagination
I’d transport myself
To my favourite place
Where all things were possible
Live life to the full
Laughing, learning, loving
Happily ever after
I like to think that
I’d imagined that place
To be right where I am now
Oh, I like this VERY much. It captures the real and the dreams, and leads the reader to remember their own imagined places and their own present moment.
ReplyDeleteAnd proving categorically that the light of a full moon is a good thing - dreams like yours are well worth having.
ReplyDeleteViV
Thanks to:
ReplyDeleteNan; It would be interesting to see the comparisons an contrasts.
ViV; Moon or not, as kids we often used to sit out at night watching the stars and dreaming.
sometimes daring to dream is the most daring act!
ReplyDeleteStan, I am glad you are in the place now that you hope you had dreamed about when you were a child. That's happiness, I think. Dream fulfilled.
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Enjoyed how you demonstrated that a dream can walk right into reality! Lovely piece of writing!
ReplyDeleteStan dreams can come true! Wonderful post!
ReplyDeletePamela
I dream under the moon or on the moon often - have to!!!
ReplyDeleteNever can tell where moonbeams will take you—not only in dreams, but in real life. Wonderful, bold, full of life poem.
ReplyDeleteI love Thailand. Have been there twice and will return. I was last there on the King's birthday, picked the perfect pink shirt to wear to the Grand Palace.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is great! And you're right, there is more to life than 9 to 5, for sure. Enjoy the country you now call home.
Wonderful - you've arrived!
ReplyDeleteOh Yay! This poem made me clap. Ha! Stan, this is rich stuff. It tells about you on a soulful level. Happiness breeds happiness. Your words touch lives. ~Brenda
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ReplyDeleteCarolee; He who dares wins.
Mary; Happiness, fulfilment, and so much more.
GT; Sometimes life can be more magical than dreams.
Pamela; This one did.
Moondustwriter; Without dreams we would achieve nothing.
Linda; Reality checks can work both ways.
Dianne; Bangkok is great, but if you can, checck out other parts of the country and see the real Thailand.
Tumblewords; I hope so!
Brenda; That's the best kind of compliment.
"Staring at the night
ReplyDeleteEyes and mind wide open
Affordable luxury"
Beautiful stanza -- the entry into living a dream.
Thanks Deb; The best things in life are free.
ReplyDeleteNothing like a man, satisfied. A lovely sight and sound, Stan. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda; You have to grab your chances.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely how you've managed to live your dreams, even ones you didn't know you had...this was written very well!
ReplyDeleteThanks Cynthia; It felt like home from the moment I arrived.
ReplyDeleteGood for you.That is a great feeling finding your spiritual home.You are a very lucky ducky!That means you don't want to be anywhere else. I wonder how many people actually live in their spiritual home.I like the contast with your life before in London.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rall; It kind of found me... and before was Manchester - can't you tell by my accent?
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