Friday, October 23, 2009
Childlike Poetry From A Very Greatful Heart
Mr. Moon brings home the bacon
And the chickens lay the eggs
It's the sort of live I never dreamed
I drink it to the dregs.
I work out in the garden
Which Mr. Moon has tilled
I daily sweep the old pine floors
I keep the bread box filled
The lizards hunt on fields of screen
The spiders spin and wait
The rooster crows, the hawks cry out
Is this truly my joyful fate?
To live beneath these trees so old
To have this yard and house
To have this tribe of kids and grand
To have this loving spouse?
And as a child I didn't know
I couldn't even guess
That all my dreams undreamed by me
Would become this beautiful mess.
I am so far from perfect
And I am so far from sane
But on certain perfect mornings
I am also far from pain
I let the fears and sorrows
The anxieties and anger go
I sit and watch the trees dance
I really truly know
The blessings I've been given
This life, these loves, this place
These friends, these trees this heaven
And I really feel the grace
I really truly cherish
I feel and smell and see
I really truly appreciate
What all I have before me
And it all comes down like raindrops
From the vast bowl of sky above
It all adds up to one thing
I know it all is love.
And no matter what else happens
As age and years pile up
I've had these joys and graces
I've drunk from a silver cup
Of wine more sweet than cherries
Of water more pure than rain
Of love more strong than sorrow
Of love more strong than pain.
I sit and think of all of this
I send my grateful prayer
Out to all the universe
Out to all that's there
All that I will never see
All that I have known
To thank my lucky stars above
For this life, this love, this home.
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Sorry folks, sometimes I just gotta make a rhyme.
I'll not be taking my computer with me and I'll be back on Sunday.
See you then.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love....Ms. Moon
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Damn, Ms. Moon. I'm with you on being grateful for all that stuff EXCEPT THE SPIDERS. Also, you forgot to add me in there.
ReplyDeleteLaugh.
Ms. Bastard- Uh- did you not see the "Tribe" and "family" references?
ReplyDeleteI think you are most definitely in those catagories.
Love you...Ms. Moon
Thank you, my dear.
ReplyDeleteCan I be part of your tribe as well?
ReplyDeleteHave a great time.
Have a great time! You should send that to Dolly Parton - she could make a song out of it.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem. It's perfect.
ReplyDeleteSometimes things just sound prettier when they rhyme, especially love and gratitude.
Hope you have the best trip!
I just read Mwa's comment and laughed because by the end of this poem I was making a tune and creating a song. I really like this kind of "elementary" poetry. It's just plain fun and good.
ReplyDeleteRhymes are good
ReplyDeleteHave a loveful weekend
i love this! a beautiful mess of a life..it's so wonderful, Ms. Moon
ReplyDeleteyou could send it to jay-z if dolly doesn't want it.
ReplyDeletehappy 25 years. happy 25 more.
that fairy house (birdhouse?) is divine.
Ms. Moon,
ReplyDeleteI swan, you are a WONDER.
Love,
Angie
Kori- Uh, I thought you were, dear.
ReplyDeleteMwa- Dolly Parton....mmmmmmmm...one of the few artists that Billy and I totally agree on.
Mel- We did!
HoneyLuna- Make up a tune!
Michelle- It was a lovely weekend.
Maggie May- Well, of course I stole "beautiful mess" from Jason Mraz.
Adrienne- You think Jay-Z would be interested? Hmmmm.
Yes, I tell children that that bird house is fairy house. I really do. And they believe me. Because it is true.
Angela- Ah. Shucks. You're so precious.