By the light, not the dark but the light
Of the silvery moon, not the sun but the moon
I wanna spoon, not croon, but spoon
To my honey, I’ll croon love’s tune
Honeymoon, honeymoon, honeymoon
Keep a-shinin’ in June
Your silvery beams will bring love’s dreams
We’ll be cuddlin’ soon
By the silvery moon
Note to me: Wake up early. Full Moon. April 16. 2020.
This is a rare day for me to get up early just to witness the full moon high up. Usually, the moon rises from the east and very low on the ground at night. With my balcony facing west, I get a good view.
Most days, I do nothing but watch the stillness of the morning. Breathing the fresh air, looking at the full moon waning as the dawn breaks, listening to the silence.
The sight of the garden is enough for me to brighten my day all year round. The poem I posted here is a reminder to plant my own garden, decorate my soul.
Again, from my balcony, there is plenty to amuse myself, especially the birds. Crows. Starlings. Finches. Woodpeckers. Robins. Seagulls. Sparrows. Hummingbirds. We feed them. Currently, the crow is busy building a nest on the holly tree. Crows are the least of my favourite because the smaller birds disappeared since they started nesting. And that’s ok. It’s only during the spring.
Life is short without coffee drinking from my precious cup. The cup’s original writing is, “Fortunately, there’s still sex.” I have to change that now.
Thinking of sex, one has to be mindful of sexually transmitted diseases. AIDS was the number one killer then, now it’s COVID, and you don’t even have to have sex!
So, the trending word now is CATS.
Our local SPCA is busy providing cats and dogs as companions for all those lonely people during this shelter in place.
Thank God, I have cats. I’m alone but not lonely.
And here they are, all over me, waking me up to feed them breakfast. The time is past 9 a.m.
Every time I look at the moon, it reminds me of a conversation with a Thai lady that I lived with in Chiang Rai. We were sitting in the dark, looking at the full moon and she asked: “Can you … Continue reading
It was a long sleepless night. It might have been the effect of the moon, the gravitational force as the midnight star comes closer to the earth. The moon was visible from the east and gradually moves to the west as it fades awaywhen the morning star is rising.
August 10, 2014 around 10 pm
I’m lying on the moon
My dear, I’ll be there soon
It’s a quiet starry place
Time’s we’re swallowed up
In space we’re here a million miles away
August 11, 2014 around 2 am
There’s things I wish I knew
There’s no thing I keep from you
It’s a dark and shiny place
But with you my dear
I’m safe and we’re a million miles away
August 11, 2014 around 4 am. I woke up with the moon looking at me.
We’re lying on the moon
It’s a perfect afternoon
Your shadow follows me all day
Making sure that I’m okay and
We’re a million miles away
August 11, 2014 at 5:30 am. A bird is now awake.
Japanese Art
It was a bountiful harvest considering most of these vegetables grew in a container and a small parcel of land.
Garlic, sage, kale, parsley, carrots and basil are just too much for one person. Most of these vegetables I shared with neighbours, friends and family. I will be keeping a few bulbs of garlic to grow.
I picked them way before the Autumn Harvest moon came out.
The view from my balcony faces west and I see the morning moon. A light cloud hanging low and a single bird hovering the horizon gave me a feeling of serenity in the stillness of the morning.
Harvest Moon September 20, 2013
Of course, the moon looks brighter at night especially on the first evening of Harvest Moon. In order for me to capture this, I have to go out on the street, look towards east and wait for the rising of the moon.
Harvest Moon Rising September 19, 2013
“Believe in yourself, your neighbors, your work, your ultimate attainment of more complete happiness. It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in Autumn. ” – B. C. Forbes
I need to jump start my first day of the week. Monday in my side of the world and the moon is full.
Earning a living, this statement is perplexing because somehow some people meet their death at work. I would like to change this statement to: Earning a dying.
BOO… bad joke. Okay, I’m out of here.
Dear Monday,
thanks for having the word ‘mon’ in you. That’s French for ‘mine’ in case you weren’t aware, Monday, but it makes me think of you more as “my day”, and frankly that sounds like a much more promising start to a week 🙂
sincerely,
me.
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Bad news for today. Warning: Not for the faint of heart: Queens Playground – New York.
This is not, I repeat, not a response to Daily Prompt – Ode. Dare I say Come and Join, it’s fun.
