Butter Cream Moon

  Went to my first Springfield Poetry Slam last night at Nathan P. Murphy's downtown.  I had practiced for days memorizing the poems I had picked to present, getting my timing and nuances down just right by reciting to myself in the mirror.  Despite being scared to death of choking when it was my turn on stage, I was ready to roll and finally get my words out into the world (since absolutely nothing has been happening with my memoir).  Then . . . there were too many people on the list wanting to slam and my name didn't get picked.
   I was devastated and had a good long cry on the drive home.  But instead of feeling sorry for myself (any more than I already have, which is plenty!), I decided to share the first poem I was going to present here on my blog.  At least maybe someone will read it.  So, I present:

BUTTER CREAM MOON

Welcome back

Luna Linda,

Goddess of the dark.

The clouds kept you hidden

from me too long.

But tonight you hang

low over the ocean,

your butter cream skin glowing

on the black satin sky,

so close I can almost touch you.

What magic,

what secrets

lie in the swath of golden light

you spread on the water,

all the way to the sand,

all the way to the balcony

just for me?

Tell me.

If I run into

the waves of dancing light

with abandon,

will you

show me the way to happiness?

take away my fears and leave only hope?

make me moonshine beautiful, even to myself?

Will I be changed at all?

Or will I be just a

naked

dripping

fool

shivering in the moonlight?

I'll find out another night,

another butter cream moon.

Come see me again when it's warm.

   If you dig this poem, you can read more of my poetry in my memoir "Life Gone South," still available on Amazon.com.  My first novel, "Life Is A Beach -- After I'm Gone," will be on Amazon as well real soon.  I'm just waiting for the final approval from CreateSpace to get my proof copy.

   Hope at least one crrr-azy dream is coming true for yall.  Have a hootie weekend!