Day 17: Mexcessive moon concentration

There is light, and there is dark, and where they mix you will find me. And the moon will be watching. Today there are two lengthy poems and two galleries, and yet I didn’t write a thing. Others did it for me, I merely collect.













Prompt 17: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.

My cento comes in two parts, the light and the dark. I haven’t added or changed a single word, just some punctuation. All the words come from various song lyrics.

Each part of the poem comes with its own moon gallery: ten photos of the moon in the light and ten in the dark, all taken last or this year.

Moon Concentration 

I. Light

There's a moon in the sky, 
it's called The Moon.
And she looks like the moon – 
so close and yet so far.

If you want to write a song about the moon,
think about the moon before you start.
Bark at the moon: 
Ha ha ha ha ha!

Fly me to the moon! 
Let's swim to the moon!
I hope my legs don't break 
walking on the moon.

The Moon. 
Overhead too far to pursue.
Moon, Moon, I've a hunch that you're a 
giant ball of rock a millions miles from me.

I'm drunk on the moon.
I ate a rock from the moon.
I've done everything that I can do
but get water from the moon.

The moon is like a boat, 
my love,
carried away 
by a moonlight shadow.

The moon is my witness,
the stars will agree:
If the moon has a sister 
it’s got to be you.

Midnight moonlight lady,
please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me.
Oh, I'm being followed by a moonshadow!
Moonchild – open the seventh seal!

One more moondance with you in the moonlight,
everybody was dancing in the moonlight.
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine, still,
the nights are stronger than moonshine.

The moon touches your shoulder
and brings the day back.
You'll be the moon every midnight
when I'm scared of the dark.

The moon asked the crow 
for a little show,
because I'm still in love with you
on this harvest moon.

The moon is a magnet, everyone's at it.
The moon is made of cheese but I can't taste it.
The night is magic and the moon is made of gold.
We're lying on the moon, it's a perfect afternoon.

If you believed 
they put a man on the moon,
cause they can hold back the tide
but they can never hold the woman in the moon.

She was the first girl on the moon,
she didn't compromise,
she was the first girl on the moon
standing tall, flag in hand.

The sun on the moon 
made a mighty nice light.
The moon and the sun
together as one.

We had the moon on our side.
This is how we walk on the moon.
Will I ever see the moon again?
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
II. Dark

There is no dark side of the moon, 
Matter of fact, 
it's all dark.

I sail to the moon, I spoke too soon.
But what's next to the moon?
I sit by myself talking to the moon. 
The moon will sing a song for me.

The moon is not only beautiful, 
it is so far away,
the moon is not only ice cold, 
it is here to stay.
Well, the moon is high 
and so am I.
The stars are out 
and so will I be pretty soon.

But for now we're just gazing at the moon.
I was the ocean, you were the Moon.
The moon is calling, the seas are calling,
now I cannot sleep, it's all about the moon.

The moon's a harsh mistress, 
the moon can be so cold.
My moon, my man, so changeable. 
My moon boy has left me all alone.

I guess I should have seen right through you,
but the moon got in my eyes.
You lied to the moon, the stars and me.
The moon is in the gutter. Don't blame the moon.

They moved the moon while I looked down.
The moon is down all over town.
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight.
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

Beneath the moon in June I'd croon.
The killing moon will come too soon.
And everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

Johnny Moon dreams in class.
Tonight's the night he's going to jump the moon.
The moon was yellow, and a song was sung.
But we lost little John as the moon struck one.

My sister killed her baby cause she couldn’t afford to feed it 
and we’re sending people to the moon.
No hot water, no toilets, no lights 
but Whitey's on the moon.

And the moon is falling down,
and the earth around is shaking,
but the moon just stared back at me.
How the moon was red and dangerous!

There's nothing left 
except certain death
and that was comforting at night 
out under the moon.

Desert keeps forming underneath the black moon,
black moon rising above the clouds.
What secret do you sleep with 
when the black moon come?

Cut the bonds with the moon 
and watch the dogs gather.
Shut the door to the moon 
and let the birds gather.


NaPoWriMo 2021 Button with black background

This day in my NaPoWriMo history (2019):

A woman and a dog

What does she mean,
“All the people have gone”?

Does this mean only the bears are left?

And all those questions:
“What was that?
Did you hear something?”

As if she is expecting an answer
from a dog.
What does she mean,
“Who had a pee here”?
Do I need to pantomime it? 
I wonder what she’d do
if I howled suddenly,
showed my fangs
and tore up a pretend lamb.
I can’t help it, I smell things.
I know what she will do 
before she does.
The way she prevents my barking
is a breach of constitutional rights.

She feeds me, 
I give her that.

She is nice, I suppose, 
in a humanly way.
Alright then.
I’m not going to tell her 
about that wolf 
and how he peed on our gate.

17 thoughts on “Day 17: Mexcessive moon concentration

  1. Wonderful! I recognized some of the songs, and some of them I haven’t even thought about in ages. The moon is a harsh mistress; I’m being followed by a moonshadow; everybody was dancing in the moonlight. Thank you for the trip down memory lane. The photographs are amazing, too.

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    1. Thank you so much for coming over to read and view, Andrea! I spend most of the day on this and was afraid I’d be too late. It almost grew over my head, but in the end I manage. I’m glad to provide some nice forgotten memories.


  2. Beautiful photographs of the moon. I can’t pick and choose which ones I like more and the poem…again an interesting way to write one. I learnt something new today. Thank you for sharing 🙂

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  3. Wooow, it was literally a medley and it was fun to recognize some of the songs! Great how you were able to make all those lyrics work together! We were all well aware how talented you are, BUT DAAAAMN * bows *

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