Robert Lee Brewer [USA]

 

moon joy
 
forgive the lonely trespassers
but also the lovers
lounging in quiet meadows
 
i am every blade of grass
your naked foot presses firm
to the unmovable earth
 
i am an estranged pause
coveting your attention
beneath the solitary moon
 
i am a fool stranded
in the darkness of this landscape
wandering aimless as a ghost
 
even wild madmen fall in love
& maybe we fall deeper
than most ordinary men
 
we dissolve like stars
dissolve like fortune cookies & oranges
dissolve like the prayers of children
 
 
 
last poem about the moon
 
we carried it as far as we could
carried it through the forest
placed it beside a quiet pond
the frogs cried out in the night
the crickets played their dirge
we held back tears & mourned
& waited for the furious sun
to shine its light on us all
 
 
 
no moons
 
the madmen filter out the forest
& assemble in the town square
 
they request an ordinary heart
but there are none to be found
 
the women say they were stolen
with their children & the moons
 
the mayor tries to give a speech
but there are also no words
 
the madmen wild as lovers set
off into the mountains alone
 
they send along no letters &
are never heard from again
 
 
 
 
Author’s Bionote:
 
*Robert Lee Brewer is the author of “Solving the World's Problems”, “Smash Poetry Journal”, “The Complete Guide of Poetic Forms”, and other titles. He spent 20 years editing the Writer's Market books before becoming Senior Editor of Writer's Digest. He's a former Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere and literally has a poem on the moon (as part of The Lunar Codex project). He lives just outside Atlanta, Georgia, with his talented poet wife, Tammy Foster Brewer.