That damn moon is gone again.
a poet once argued
that the moon was a man
maybe,
men always leave.
In someway or another they leave
it's just what they do.
(A grandfather dies
soon after my father, his son.
Another grandfather, another son,
another uncle; all left,
all died.)
My husband torments me
at our holiday dinner
pouring clotted gravy
onto his piece of roast beef.
My stomach tightens.
After
the women go to the kitchen
leaving <just> two to stare
(suspiciously) at each other
wondering
who will be next.
(the water is running in the bathroom
as a husband clips his nails
short and round
before walking past his bedroom door
and leaving for work
an hour early.)
sure he'll be home tonight,
but what about tomorrow?
(revision 1)
new moon ramble
Re: new moon ramble
Quentin Tarantino could do something with this Cate.
It's all set for ....anything!
Mat.
It's all set for ....anything!

Mat.
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
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Re: new moon ramble
Hi Cate (Hi Mat),
I have come back to read New Moon Ramble several times, and attempted to comment more than once but held back. Mat's comment has said it best, I think.
The title suggested a certain lightheartedness, but each time I read it, I felt mounting uneasiness, especially the last stanza (the man clipping his nails thoughtfully – different explanations for his thoughtfulness spring to mind – none of them comforting). The poem has a deliberateness (is that a word?) to it, a cautionary seed.
PS: You and Mat always come to mind when I look up at the moon, especially when she's full.
I have come back to read New Moon Ramble several times, and attempted to comment more than once but held back. Mat's comment has said it best, I think.
The title suggested a certain lightheartedness, but each time I read it, I felt mounting uneasiness, especially the last stanza (the man clipping his nails thoughtfully – different explanations for his thoughtfulness spring to mind – none of them comforting). The poem has a deliberateness (is that a word?) to it, a cautionary seed.
PS: You and Mat always come to mind when I look up at the moon, especially when she's full.
Re: new moon ramble
Hi Mat - He'd probably have some good ideas. Maybe a crazed distraught woman could stalk greasy burger eating men at fast food places - played by Geena Davis cause she's tough!Quentin Tarantino could do something with this Cate.
that's good Sheila - I was aiming for anxiousness/irrational fear/paranoia. I work shopped this a couple of weeks ago at a poetry forum (hence the proper spelling and reasonable grammarI felt mounting uneasiness

Thoughtfully - ahhh... I'm going back a forth on that word.
Thanks for your comments guys,
x
Cate
Re: new moon ramble
you're very welcome Geoffrey.Cate wrote:
Thanks for your comments guys,
x
Cate
Re: new moon ramble
You did not comment Harry therefore I do not thank you
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on your knees and apologize for your faux pas!!!!