The Moon Makes Me Blush
by Julie Adams
Bold moon, I adore you, every crumb
come to me, come closer, come
yes, closer still—
like a fly to your diamond-dusted web
I am lured to you, blinded
by your glistening
how exquisitely enraptured
captured in your moonshine;
let your naked light
be the nude conch on a black-sand beach,
whisper to me in tantric waves
as stars swoon like sand dollars
I blush as you draw in closer
peeking through trees
winking at me
Author's Note: Inspired by: http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/03/18/nasa.moon/index.html
Posted on 03/19/2011
Copyright © 2019 Julie Adams
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/19/11 at 05:27 PM|
...jewels, this is so, so, so, kool. from the 'bold' word to its peeking at you thru the trees, a lovely, lovely pome, i bow to the delightful [and proper] kow-tow to the orb that is of 'naked light' a smack0 'spression. i am envious. you moved the bar.
|Posted by JJ Johnson on 03/19/11 at 05:59 PM|
Wonderfully expressed. For something that we see so often, it's interesting how much we ponder this awsome orb. I have written a few poems about it and use it, or it's glow, as imagery. I remember when we landed on it, it was the most exciting thing ever. You have filled this poem with some really spectacular imagery here as well. In the article they mention the illusion of the moon appearing larger along the horizon and I had always thought it was due to the angle of the light bending through the atmosphere. The sun does it too, but it's just a trick of the mind making it bigger. It's not surprising that we write poetry about it, romancing it like a lover.
|Posted by John Smith on 03/21/11 at 03:41 AM|
Wow. Very cool. I like the way i could see night in your words.
|Posted by Tom Goss on 03/23/11 at 06:59 PM|
Deliciously sensual, a silky-voiced ode emanating from your romantic center - you tie the moon and the heart together with a masterful string of words. ;)
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/29/11 at 01:22 AM|
Like am impressionistic painting, this poem glistens with allurement.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/10/11 at 12:45 PM|
One can never go wrong with a moon poem. Excellent addition to the genre! Reminds me of some of Maureen Glaude's work while still walking among us.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/15/11 at 04:42 PM|
This is deliciously sensuous and inviting.
|Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 07/31/11 at 02:29 PM|
Ahh, this is gorgeous and refreshing and painted like a picture. I can almost see that tricky moon looking down at you. I am, enamored with her, as well.