W ell look here
captured in my bowl
at my midnight window
a rouge crescent
of the moon
I wonder
with a worry
why has it escaped
only to be caught here
in the confines
of my crock of pottery
…this bothers me
oh crescent
does the moon know
I beseech him each night
that I try to do it right
see I’m in need of moon magic
my love life is tragic
many midnights
I’ve obsecrated
now here you are
incarcerated
in my pudding bowl
helpless and confined
how can you intercede for me
when you’re in such a bind
it’s then I hear
carried on the wind
a hushed voice
whispering vague assurance
I have come to you
as a crescent of comfort
brought a little cloud buddy
wafting in the winds
and a few of my very best
wishing star friends
if this wishing don’t work out
for you and the big guy
perhaps you might consider
giving them a try
I am but an emissary
of the very very
uncertain moon
though I am a crescent
of modest renown
respected in moontown
I’ve come to help calm
your fevered night
to let you know
ev’ry thing’s alright
I can always come ‘round
so — just settle down
and here to confirm — oh yes
we do hear you wishing
how can we not
your wishing’s relentless
mr. moonbeams always
sends you his magic light
even on the cloudiest
loneliest nights
I know you wonder
will your wish be granted
well — in time
it might
when I hear this
I get to frettin’ n’sweatin’
thinkin’ to myself
what a damned pickle…
crescent — I know time
and answered wishes
are certainly fickle
they follow the pulse
and the whim
of vain fate
this situation
really ain’t great
then
the soft voice continues
but for those who wish
and wait patiently
the answer’s often likely
now — will it be timely
this magic you seek
come today
come tomorrow
even next week
perhaps it will
maybe it won’t
do we know for certain
no — we really don’t
nor if it’ll be soon
‘cause he’s a very very
uncertain moon
continue your wishing
make each one sincerely
do be patient and wait
then we’ll just see
this bolstered my hope
not even a bit
I needed crescent emissary
to get moon to commit
so — to understand…
I will get my wish
eventually
if I just petition
patiently
you’re saying
using this tactic
definitely
will help me
then
crescent’s whisper
drifted down lightly
well —
couldn’t hurt
*
rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Ha ha!! Rob, I think things are getting better for your moon.
It appeared for about 45 minutes in our living room’s upper windows. It moves around, over the neighbor’s house not too long ago. I think she is gaining weight now, might be expecting??
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Thank you Jim ~~ that damn moon just can’t make up her mind… 🙂
She’s always changing isn’t she. Don’t give up hope, Rob.
Never Lisa… 🙂
The desultory promises just made this poem.
Thank you Chrissa. Just having fun poking at the fickle nature of wishing on the moon or a star… 🙂
I need some moon magic, too. I enjoyed this one, Rob.
Thank you Sherry…:)
The moon is moody in full light and dreams of fancy take flight. Do we ever really get our wish?
Maybe not as a full course, perhaps just as a side dish. 🙂
Luv the various turns in your poem Rob. The wonder, the empathy, and the understanding. A brilliant conversation with your entrapped moon.
Best Wishes for 2023
Much?love
Thank you Gillena, and Happy New Year to you my friend — much love in 2023… 🙂 <3
We could all use some moon magic my friend and this certainly gave us some in your lovely poem Rob! Thank you!
Thanks Carrie — just some magical moon meandering… 🙂
Love this
“many midnights
I’ve obsecrated
now here you are
incarcerated
in my pudding bowl
helpless and confined”
Beautiful, captivating writing as always
Thank you Susie… 🙂
I love the moon being incarcerated in your pudding bowl.
That’s what it gets for eating my pudding… 😉