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Under a Blue Moon

Reaching out to you, at speed of light so you may find me on common ground, among the trees a gentleman, though strange to your ears. Under a lamplit room, one full of sky oh, though my eyes look down, not worldly as you may think uninjured, and uninjuring just the same as you. Yes, it's you, my words were bent to past the zenith, straight to a future beating heart, all yours. Reach back to me with fingers made to extend, a hero mine.. with soft lips. Pollux begged for the life of a twin, under the latin sign of Gemini and the same now I beg of Zeus. Stand under a future blue moon, w'luck, I'll be there too.. though the coursing in my veins hides your name today, I'll discover it soon.

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Kelly Deschler

Date: 9/9/2023 7:06:00 PM

"Under a lamplit room, one full of sky" ... What a wonderful line that is... Beautifully penned, Richard :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/15/2023 9:31:00 PM

Kely, Thank you for that comment, made my day. I hope yours is just as good. -Richard

Heidi Sands

Date: 8/27/2023 6:13:00 AM

Very nice. There is going to ge the Blue moon here to see soon. I hope you have a nice day :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/27/2023 9:52:00 AM

Hello Heidi, Thank you, I'll be looking up if the skies are clear. We won't see another just the same for fourteen more years. I hope your day is kind to you. Happy Sunday to you & yours. -Richard

Robert Lindley

Date: 8/26/2023 4:45:00 AM

A truly fine poem my good friend. A story of an unrequited love , eh? Great verses and the touch of your golden pen my friend! A fav too. God bless you.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/27/2023 9:50:00 AM

Robert, Thanks, yes. There's wounds with scratched away scabs that refuse to heal in many a fine write. Least some of the ones that keep me up at night. But always try to leave a light, this goes by a familiar name - future. Have a blessed Sunday. -Richard

Miranda Hawley

Date: 8/26/2023 4:29:00 AM

That was really sweet.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/27/2023 9:12:00 AM

Miranda, Aw, thanks, how sweet it is. -Richard

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 8/26/2023 2:19:00 AM

Wonderful... God bless you my friend. Love, Gina

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/27/2023 9:11:00 AM

Gina, Thank you. Still haunted by your poem 'Letter to my Unborn'. As a man I suppose I could never fully understand. But hurt & loss make kindred spirits. May God bless you. -Richard

Suzette Richards

Date: 8/26/2023 1:18:00 AM

Love the imagery, Richard. I like the way that you have bookended the twins like the blue moon that appears twice in one month, but only the one bears that name ... :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 8/27/2023 9:04:00 AM

Suzette, Thank you for this comment, I never thought.., yet interesting that only one can be blue. -Richard