The Freckled Cow gave
a whole pail of milk
to anyone who came
and sang songs to her

The louder they sang
the more milk she'd squirt
for she did not care
how awful they sang

...or how dandruff-ed
as long as they sang a heart song

Likewise, in nature,
Spring does not happen
because Sun rises high
it happens because it is sung to

--by the birds and the bees
and all who songs sing in a heartbeat

Spring gives not a hoot
how awful the sound
or the count of hay dust
as long as it's loud and heartfelt

This brings me to Moon
when it is not full
scrawny, her cheeks in shadows
she looks to the stars
to sing cosmic songs
and slowly, she fattens
with stardust

Moon does not care
how awful or angelic
as long as these bloat her moonbeams.

So Cow moos at you
Spring bursts with color
Moon sends down a mirror
to help you see your insides

adds magic to senses
a bright torch for your soul
until bubbles fill your head
that you turn to look up
awe, her power entices.

A reminder
of you 
through the mirror
--being sung to.

***
© 2021 selmamartin.com

Photo:Image by ParallelVision from Pixabay 

And now, our (optional) prompt. I’ve seen some fairly funny Twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves the moon.

I’ve been a moon gazer since I don’t remember when and have paid homage to this celestial body my own way, which on a fine night would include walking under its light
to let her bathe me with kisses: sun-bathe. I know that the moon balances my energy.
Also, by serenading her by penning one or two poems that only ‘she’ gets to see.

And you? How do you love the moon? Let me know in the comments.

Thanks for reading, and as I always say, I wish you miracles.

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Selma Martin

I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.

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