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A Man and the Moon Prose Version

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A Man and the Moon Prose Version

Sebastian looked at the moon, the source of his inspiration. When the Moon appeared in its silvery glory, he was profoundly moved to write. Sadly he could only write during a full moon. This was a problem which perplexed him. He had waited many days for the full Moon to appear so that he could put his plan into action.

When Sebastian would write a poem during the full Moon his readers would be moved to tears. His prose had wooed many a young heart, his songs had been sung to princesses. Countless women had named their children in honor of him. His words were distilled romance with power beyond the comprehension of ordinary men. The problem however was that Sebastian was unable to meet the demand. Strong men would beg for but a few lines to capture their true loves heart. Without the Moon, when Sebastian would try to write it felt like his tongue was wrapped around his hand. Nothing flowed little made sense, he was like an inexperienced teen unfamiliar with the ways of love. How Sebastian longed for the Moon during those long nights.

So here he was with his enchanted pen in hand, at the end of the pen was a golden strand. Sebastian went out to capture the Moon. He swung the pen in large loops over his head releasing it with tremendous force. The pen hurtled towards its target the tip of the fountain pen struck the centre of the Moon sinking deep into its surface. Sebastian pulled with all his might each movement of his hand brought his prize closer and closer. As the moon came closer there was no evidence it was increasing in size. Once the moon was in hand it fit perfectly in his pocket. Sebastian felt gleeful as he carried the Moon into his home, everything was going according to his plan.

Once inside he removed the Moon from his pocket and bathed in it's other worldly light. As Sebastian dislodged his pen from the surface it began to drip with the Moon's tears. Magnificent lines beyond anything he had ever hoped. Songs, poems, prose, the mysteries of the ages flowing onto his pages day after day year after year. His home overflowed with his treasures, the realization of his poetic dreams.

Still he had no joy, no one knocked on his door. Lovers could not walk in the Moonlight, wolves couldn't bay at the Moon. Romance was no longer in the air. The night was a thing to be feared. Sailors could not find their ways home, if they did their lovers no longer waited for their return. Some refer to this as the Dark Ages. Art creativity had all but dissapeared. The Oceans stood still with no Moon to guide the tides. Meanwhile Sebastian continued to write.

The Moon asked to see the Ocean so Sebastian took it for a walk. As they walked along a lonely secluded beach the Moon began to increase in size. The Moon summoned the Ocean to it's rescue. A huge wave came up on shore plucking the moon from Sebastian's hand. As the Moon was floating out to Sea Sebastian swam out to reclaim his treasure. Sebastian jumped on the Moon as a gigantic hand like wave tossed the Moon back into space. As the moon traveled back to its home it became larger and larger brightening the nights sky. Lovers came out to kiss captivated by the silvery glow.  If they look close they can see a man with a fountain pen held in his hand. Wolves cry for him as they bay at the moon.

On the Moon Sebastian sits all alone with his fountain pen in hand, he fills the pen with his tears. He longs to write the words trapped in his heart yet there is not a page in site. Even if there was there is no one to read his words or to sing his songs. The Moon was once his Muse and then his greatest prize. Now it is his prison for the rest of time.

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  1. Date: 2/28/2013 8:50:00 PM

    Wow, this is a truly tremendous and enlightening write my friend! I really enjoyed reading the tenderness of this moon tale, I especially liked the Dark Ages, very clever! What a magnificent poem, one of bright brilliance of the calling moon, especially for the poets who always love the moon!

  1. Date: 2/28/2013 11:17:00 AM

    WOW, Richard! You write prose as beautifully as you write verse! This is such an imaginative story. It was such a treat to read your work this afternoon.

  1. Date: 2/28/2013 9:02:00 AM

    Enjoyed this as well !! Excellent story telling !!

  1. Date: 2/28/2013 6:03:00 AM

    A sensational piece... poetic... romantic.. like a hue of a dream in the glimpse of the night! I am adoring your writings..!!

    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux Date: 2/28/2013 7:11:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Jad!
  1. Date: 2/27/2013 3:32:00 PM

    Poor Sebastian ...maybe he can catch a ride home on that cow that jumps over the moon haha...really...very deep intense thoughts here...liked it...

    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux Date: 2/27/2013 3:34:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Donna, I see you changed your picture as well.
  1. Date: 2/27/2013 10:46:00 AM

    Richard....I loved this...So...that's the story behind the man on the moon! ;) How creative you are! BTW...really like your profile pic! ;)

    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux Date: 2/27/2013 11:53:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Eileen, I thought it was time for a change of photo.
  1. Date: 2/27/2013 8:26:00 AM

    Interesting story Rick! Can't wait for more! :D wishing you a wonderful day there :D - hug, Yanny

    Lamoureux Avatar Richard Lamoureux Date: 2/27/2013 11:54:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I hope you have a wonderful day as well. thanks for coming back to read the conclusion.
    Widjanarko Avatar Yanny Widjanarko Date: 2/27/2013 9:01:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Even more gorgeous Rick, I loved how you uttered the sadness within the sacrifices of Sebastian in this story, I really enjoyed the read :D thank you for sharing this lovely piece of art :) - hug, yanny