Bewitching Hours
My eldest sister who long since passed away was an actor and prolific writer of poetry. Keeper of her many handwritten musings, I thought of the simple lines she once wrote when I recently spied the moon out my window during a sleepless pre-dawn hour.
Her words could be interpreted in different ways. They might be an ode to the courage it can take when one feels small beneath another's glow. Indeed, the moon itself seemed to struggle to be seen as clouds drifted by, obscuring its light.
After the clouds passed, the moon put on a show. My photos were woefully inadequate.
Bewitched by the sight, my imagination was stirred and I wrote a few words.
When morning came, daylight cast a less sentimental spell.
Clouds transformed into cottony fluff after squeezing out a few drops.
A big log lay in the dust like a slain beast, showing even giants can be brought down.
The neighbourhood cat sauntered by, somewhat like a character in the children's rhyme "Hey, diddle, diddle", it had no intention of playing second fiddle to the moon.
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A beautiful and mysterious-looking moon!
ReplyDeleteYou and your friend are both talented and insighful poets.
ReplyDeleteAmazing series of photos.
ReplyDeleteLove the words of your sister but you create beautiful lines yourself as well
ReplyDeleteA hypnotic jewel, yes. Sometimes I can't sleep like the princess and the pea for the moon's gem under my pillow.
ReplyDeleteAwesome moon shots and delightful poetry and love the kitty photo too ~
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
The words and images evoke thoughts about our place in our universe.
ReplyDeleteTamara''s words resonated deeply for me ... I immediately thought of our son Carl. Turning 62 in October, special needs. He sometimes denigrates himself with statements like 'I'm so dumb' or 'I'm sorry' more than necessary.
ReplyDeleteCarl belongs in the colossal category. Thank you for the images and lovely poetry.
You do really well with scoping out the moon's activity and attitudes.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you sister left notes like she did, so many don't. I.e. I can
say this for Mrs. Jim's sister who died a couple of years ago of a heart
attack after a couple of strokes, all amplified by the COVID of which she
tested positive. We only have some letters she wrote to her aging mother.
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The moon is a great muse. It's hard not to get inspired by her victory over the clouds, by her size and light. We are small, when compared to the universe, but we can burst through darkness... one bit at the time.
ReplyDeleteMoon gazing is never time wasted, when inspiration follows... :-) ♥
ReplyDeleteHello,
ReplyDeleteYou and your sister have a way with words, beautiful poems. Love the landscapes and pretty skies. I do enjoy watching the moon. The kitty is a cutie too. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Take care, have a happy weekend.
What beautiful quotes and photos...and memories!
ReplyDeletethe moon is so ominous, beautiful captures of it!! the cat is beautiful!!
ReplyDeletethe image of the tree is very cool!!
ReplyDeleteYou and your sister are exceptionally talented, and the photo shows a beautiful lady. I loved reading these lines you wrote with that gorgeous moon. Many great images today. Thank you and have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem from your sister.RIP.....Liked the pics and your poem too.....Rall
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sentiments from your sister. Nature's ability to stir emotions and thoughts is truly remarkable. A delightful post!
ReplyDeleteA hypnotic jewel......best describes the whole of it.... both your poem and pics are lovely ...so is your sister's too
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