The stranger and less familiar
The greater the pull. Unusual
Words want me to use them,
To sprinkle them over the top
Like so much sweet garnish
Over common expressions,
Expanding meanings from the
Ordinary, trivial. Meandering
Far from what you think you're
Saying to a novel thought on
A different trajectory. You've
Built a tree of ideas, branches
Alive with the unexpected, the
Consequences of imaginative
Thinking opens adjacent ideas.
Strange and unfamiliar words.
Transform an idiom, so it's ass
Over teakettle with excitement.
Simply put, give it a new verve.
Category Archives: Moonshot
Moon verse
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
I told you about the man who's
Been living on the moon. He has
A source of water so he like we
Stays hydrated. But you didn't ask
About him or his issues with food
On account of there's no cheese
There. You wanted to hear about
My life in an alternate universe not
His. On the moon. My alternates
Are deep in the core of this green
Earth. [Still no cheese.] Truth to tell
Not very green deep in the center
Of the earth, in its beautiful heart.
Life up on top was lusher, greener
More verdant but that's just being
Redundant. Alternative universes
Swirl among the stars. I am over
The moon. Somewhere behind
Our sun and up over the rainbow
We can play dodging black holes
And golf ball sized meteors no
Longer buried deep inside earth.
This is some alternative to life as
I have known it; as we know it.
At home on the moon
There's a man on the moon, mommie
He's found his home on that very far side
Like the cartoon panels - they're funny
Aren't they - but mommie, he's real and lives
On the moon full time and year round
I call him Lunar Man but I don't know
What he eats. The moon is not green
Cheese, you know, and it can get cold
Up there for Lunar Man and maybe lonely?
Lunatic
That crazy moon
Winking down
At you at me
Looking to make
Fools out of whole
Cloth of you of me
It's easy to do
When you have
That kind of sway
The power of moon
Dust and magic
I see you shaking
Your head me too
But we know it's true
That crazy moon
Can make us crazy too
By way of apology for my [current] impatience, I dedicate this poem to Burt. (In truth, many of the poems here are dedicated to the guy I love.)
this is our life blog
How the moon?
How much would you pay to go to the moon?
Is it worth a penny, as it might be
For your thoughts, or millions as
In "it is out of reach and far away?"
Your thoughts are very lofty if you
Are focused on the moon. For some
Of us just navigating the earth is
Challenge enough, and that doesn't
Require packing for the unfamiliar
Atmosphere of a distant delicate
Moon, cold and yet still romantic.
Our moon is symbolic of all things
Love and loving. Lovers meet below
A blue moon or celebrate a yellow
One. Its phases are phrases of awe
And praise. Full moon or crescent
Where will you land? Will you go?
Tamara, really 