Sometimes Things Change

[rrw]

He loved the moon... once, way back in the day.
Leaning back on the warm hood of his beat up ’51.
He’d watch her all night long, watch her roll
lazily across the sticky summer sky...
The steady thud of cars passing by and over
the 9th Street Bridge kept him company as
he chain smoked Lucky Strikes,
sipped at a cold quart of Brew 102,
just laying back... staring at her.

He wasn’t like them punk ass friends of his,
young rowdy rednecks with spit
in their eyes and Saturday night
hard-ons, and tugging away at
the crotches of their 401s any time
a sweet young thing would stroll by.
No, he wasn’t like them, nothing like them.
He was content on the weekends
to just sit on the hood of his car parked
down by the dark shores of the Canadian
River watching in silence... watching her roll.

Lately though, he noticed her looks, her glow
had started to fade, to go. Too many large craters
along her brow these days. Shadows cut
deep trenches inside her maria transforming her,
bending her pale smile into a dark and dusty
frown. Her charm all but dried up, and his desire
to be with her all of a sudden... dead.

Somewhat sad it is. How time can kill a passion.
Once he smoked and drank and
gawked at the moon with loving eyes.
Now? He barely smiles when he looks at her.

[johan]

As always Rob, your poetry says so much, always a pleasure you my friend, maybe our moon can see the devistation man is doing to her planet and she's not a happy bunny.

Johan

[rrw]

Thanks, Johan... warming up to start a new poem (epic I hope) for my MFA in creative writing. I like the idea of this poem... may jump off into something more.

[rustybroadspear]

thoroughly enjoyed this poem ............. I've always thought of the Moon as something that has never changed .......... what we see is what our distant ancestors and lost loved ones saw ............ a silent witness to all of our 'doings' ......

[rrw]

You know, I don't know for sure rusty, but I think it has changed since I was a kid... probably hit by more meteors... but then again, Maybe it's me that's changed. Thanks for the read!

[purplespirit]

RRW, a truly beautiful and meaningful poem and such a piece of perfect poetry. your comment to Rusty, I too think that it is US who changed since we may have lost more than just passion. After the innocence of youth we start to look at things so different - sometimes I wished we could just for a little while see, feel and think like back then... Thank you! Ulla xx

[rrw]

Dec 16, 2011 13:03:37 GMT -5 purplespirit said:

RRW, a truly beautiful and meaningful poem and such a piece of perfect poetry. your comment to Rusty, I too think that it is US who changed since we may have lost more than just passion. After the innocence of youth we start to look at things so different - sometimes I wished we could just for a little while see, feel and think like back then... Thank you! Ulla xx

Thanks, PS! I think that's what artists do, get back in touch with that childlike wonder about everything. In acting, we coaches try to get the student to connect with their individual sense of play... breaking through to that is at the heart of the artist.