Written after my shock at 9/11 turned into an endless grief
Sometimes, we have to leave the Earth.
Some times are bad times, war time, time
to learn how bad humans can be. That’s
when we order roses from the Moon.
Moon roses show up, brighter than summer
roses, pale and day-glo and neon
as if they were grown in an off-planet
hot house. They appear too good for this world.
We ordered four hot pinks, two purples, and two
creamy oranges, and they last as if their petals
were silk spun by Moon moths
in our winter cool solarium.
As proof of where they came from, the Moon is full.
At night, I can see our Moon roses longing for home.
8 thoughts on “Moon Roses”
I applaud this picture. I applaud the poem. Gorgeous!
Thank you, Janhavi!
I was sudden,y surprised at the juxtaposition of the two, but it’s as if they were made for each other.
I appreciate you stopping by and saying something so kind.
Oh, love the poem! How bittersweet the subject. Your flower art, Sandy, compliment well. Love the dreamy texture and irridesence throughout.
Thank you, Pamela!
Really, the two were created almost decades apart, but as we know, “Life likes to rhyme!” and the poem and the art suddenly clicked together like long separated and newly reunited lovers.
I appreciate that you took the time to stop by and to so eloquently express your thoughts!
The poem is one of my all time favorites. Your art is so expressive. A poignant post. Thanks.
Thank you, Cheryl, for taking the time to say so. I love this poem, and I was very excited when the two came together in this post.
Yep, fortuitous pairing. Both objects of beauty. Nice post.
Thanks, Cuz! So great to see you on my re-upped blog. I hope you took a moment to subscribe because I love the idea of having you there when I post.
Mom’s 90 th birthday party will be Mother’s Day weekend. Nan and Edie will both be there–would love. to see you!