I went out searching

For the moon

It’s true. I really did go out hunting for the blue moon this year 🌕

Didn’t find it.

And then I wrote a poem about it, which I wanted to be funny. I was surprised at what came out instead. A poem about that age old human feeling of searching for something. Of wanting a sign, of sorts, that we are on the right track.

Often when I try to write funny things they come out sad and when I write about sad stuff people think I am being funny! It’s weird.

Poetry and art has a way of showing us where we are at and what we are really thinking, doesn’t it? Whether we like it or not.

This is Searching for the Blue Moon. Another villanelle!

Happy Sunday lovely readers.

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Searching for the Blue Moon

I went out searching for the moon

Went looking for the night’s godhead

Send me a sign, a midnight rune

Her comfort could not come too soon

I found no solace in my bed

I went out searching for the moon

I could not hear my heart’s soft tune

Above the screaming in my head

Send me a sign, a midnight rune

Inside me reigns a cruel monsoon

But at this hour the streets are dead

I went out searching for the moon

Who else hears that mad typhoon?

Fueled by what is left unsaid 

Send me a sign, a midnight rune

Moon! Spin for me a quiet cocoon

Mark out the unlit path I tread

I went out searching for the moon

Send me a sign, a midnight rune

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The picture is a crop of the painting The Dress, by me (Eleanor Flowers😉). Can you believe it’s been nearly a year since I first published The Dress? Thank you so much for being part of this creative project and for supporting my work as a poet and an artist.