Monday is Poetry Day

“Monday, Monday, so good to me; Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be.”  Remember the song by the Mamas and Papas? It’s one of my favorites. I always sing along.

Monday actually means moon’s day. We were treated to a supermoon this summer. Did you see it? My son took this picture through his telescope. It’s not a supermoon, but it looks super to me.

Nightlight

The supermoon shines tonight.

Perfectly round,

Like a giant eye

It pierces the dark,

Probing the doings of men.

Oh, close the curtain!

I can’t sleep.

The Night Goddess

Once they worshipped me,

A comforting light in the darkest night,

       A mystery

              Close but unreachable.

Now no longer a mystery,

I’ve been boarded by earthmen.

Poked with a flagpole,

They left footprints in my dust.

Though sullied, I remain

A neighbor, a partner,

A glowing pearl on a black velvet night.