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Walking With the Moon, A Poet's Poem

Updated on May 30, 2012


















WALKING WITH THE MOON

I have walked this road with the Moon

many times

before,

have sought shelter from chilling rain and driving snow

beneath the wide fanned arms of the friendly cedar

by the crook in the river

where the road crosses the slow-moving water

over the grey-board bridge

close to the Wilson farmhouse

up on the hill to the East.


Whenever I am here

the full moon is always half-behind the

Wilson farmhouse,

beaming at the road and the bridge and the river--

tonight, sheening the cedar tree

in crystalline sheets of moving light.


Always there.


No one,

not even the very old ones,

could remember the Moon

in the deep sky

anywhere else but

half-behind the Wilson farmhouse.

Always there.

Always full.

Don’ figger, said the oldest of the old,

moon’s s’posed t’move around some

fer variety I figger, but not here.


One day solemn men

came with dials and instruments and

glowing boxes to prove

the Moon could not always

be

where it was.

On cloudy nights the Moon shone

in gauzy translucence

half-behind the

Wilson farmhouse

On cloudless nights the Moon cast

the half-shadow

of the Wilson farmhouse

in rhythmic tendrils

over the crook in the river.

On storm-lashed nights the Moon dimmed

through the murk, guiding

the rain half-behind

the Wilson farmhouse.

The measurers returned to their

grey enclosures to

document

their

failure.


I still walk that road, wraiths of those

before me

iridescent

in the blue glow of the

winding road,

protected by the shadow of the Wilson farmhouse,

guided by the river that shows the way


but never moves

out of the moonlight.


© robert cook

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      diogenes 5 years ago from UK and Mexico

      It's Robert not Clark? I have got you mixed up with another who also has "Moon" in his avatar name. I came on to the profile to see some more of your poetry I have missed, which is most of it. I love the way you have expanded a memory of this place in the moonlight into a lyrical mystery.

      Bob

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      Clark Cook 5 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Thanks for coming back Ann. The central images of some of my poems literally write themselves--I have only limited control. I was immersed in the irrationality of the creative process when \i wrote this. The moon ALWAYS being in one place is completely impossible, isn't it. Impossible rationally, scientifically, but . . . .

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      ann 5 years ago

      Hello. I read this poem yesterday. The visuals are so stuck in my mind, I'm reading it again today. So beautiful, Moon.

      Question: Why is it when you are there, the moon is always full?

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      Richard Ricky Hale 5 years ago from West Virginia

      Wow my talented friend! Beautiful poem. Your creativity and imagination run wild in your work Moonfroth. This is a great example of that.

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      Clark Cook 5 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Thank you Hyph. A provocative reading that gives ME pause to think.

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      Brenda Barnes 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      At first I was not sure about the repeated "Wilson farm house" but nearer the end I understood why you did that. There are places on Earth where great supernatural phenomena occur. I wonder how many people jumped into that slow moving water near the Wilson farm house and drifted onto those banks? Your poem could keep me thinking and making up scenarios all night long. That is a testament to your success as a writer.

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      Clark Cook 5 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Thank you so much Shining! I'm delighted that you are responsive to the depths of metaphor that are engrained in the kind of poetry I write

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      Shining Irish Eyes 5 years ago from Upstate, New York

      moonfroth - Ok - here is my take on this great and many layered piece of art. My reason for loving poetry is because, like I stated earlier, it can mean many things to many different people. This is a superb example of the layered mysteries of some of your writes. I get the impression that the Wilson Farm House is more than just a farm house, but a door way with one foot in this world and one foot in another.

      I have rapidly become a huge fan of your wonderful imagination and I can not tell you how much I enjoy the journeys you take the reader on. You have yet to disapoint.

      My hat is off to you friend.

      voting up up up

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      cynthtggt 5 years ago from New York, NY

      Reflections of years past, yet time is still in a place loved and familiar. I like the way you write about moments. You do, and you do love the moon. Happy to be there in the moment with you. Thank you for sharing it.

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      Clark Cook 5 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Kris -- I'm pleased you saw a little oddness! Thanks for dropping by.

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      KrisL 5 years ago from S. Florida

      This is intriguing, fun, and oddly lovely.