My poem for National Poetry Month:

What is the meaning of the moon?

What is the meaning of the moon?
Beyond its purpose,
at night to see-
Give plague or curse or lunacy,
Or just mere lovers' melancholy?

Nay, to each his own interpretation be:
soft light for brooding romance,
or symbol of sacred monstrance-
a sign to look beyond what's seen?

'Tis joked that scientists acquiesced
with pilots' dreams of the immense
To surmount the dangers and
wonders of space flight
And overcome the universe's might

To test and observe, these brave men,
now astronauts called,
should tales of luminescent cheese be true,
and accepted modern theories found askew?

The joke, so goes, that once men landed,
and mere ash found upon the ground,
believers in the tale of giant sky cheese then disbanded.

But certain disappointments
retain bitter discontent-
Why else has humankind since
returned so infrequent?
Unless it be they found their endeavors ill-spent
and themselves malcontent?

Still, the moon seems to be
A weaver of dreams,
A symbol of hope-
A sign of the power of the One Unseen.

Most will never walk the moon's grey paths,
Nor travel into space-
But every night,
As I gaze at the light,
And wonder at its face,
I ponder the moon's true meaning.

A reflection of light, of hope,
in darkened sky
to cheer the nightly gazers by;
Or to gloomier folk-
a seemingly heartless orb
whose feeble light cannot afford
to reveal all nature's colors.

In truth,
The nature and meaning of the moon
is for dreamers to define.
And who is to say illusion,
or shadow, in the moon's shine
is anything less than constatation-
A revelation of an aspect of reality to the mind.

-Jen R. R.

Nat'l Poetry Month: A Poem

Our Light Becomes One

I am a light from a star
in the sky burning bright.
My mission is clear-
I shine on through the night.
Though I'll never compare
with the sun's glowing rays,
I'll faithfully sparkle
in my simple ways.
And when He arises as
Light of the Day,
my brightness will dim
and my shine pass away.
With dawn I will fade
at the glory of the Sun,
as our light comes together
and we become one.

Note:
[He - Jesus]

ephemeral

written in widening waves on the surface of a once still pool

something lurking beneath the muddy green waters took a sneak peak at the air or the land or a bug

and quick as flash sank again into the darkness before a bird of prey could see

Here's a link to a PDF of William Everson's "Canticle to the Waterbirds," possibly my favorite poem.

http://www.cantusquercus.com/2716text.pdf

And here's his Wiki bio:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Everson

Nothing beats E. A. Poe's the Raven.
http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html

Ian Fleming's dedication poem, in Haiku form, at the beginning of his novel "You Only Live Twice": You only live twice Once when you are born And once when you look death in the face.