Super Moon

We have a beautiful sight in our night sky for a couple of evenings.  It is called a super moon.  June 2013 presents the moon’s closest encounter with Earth until August 10, 2014, at which time the moon will be a scant 5 kilometers closer to Earth. Moonlight holds a special place in my thoughts--some happy, others sad.  Awhile back I wrote a poem about one of the effects that moonlight had on me.

Moonlight

Pale golden globe
Faintly lighting the night sky
Casting its cool beams
On the tears that I cry

Its light only a reflection
Of a source now unseen
Like my tears an expression
Of a love that might have been

Had not time and things
That happened in the past
Led down a different road
Now only the memories last

The shadows in the dark
Hide the shape of what is real 
Passion fades and like the moon
Only the reflection of love I feel.

©Marti Murphy

Pondering with a Purpose-Live

Today's prompt is: Live I don't know about you... but I am really enjoying this double word meaning rhythm we have going here.
I want to live life live.  I want to be in real time, experiencing each moment as it happens.  I want to feel the happiness and the joy as they swell and then break over me.  I want to know the sadness and pain as they surround me like an ocean wave, so I can then feel the release as the hurt ebbs.

Memories are wonderful, but they are just a shadow of the live experience, just as moonlight is a shadow of the sun light.  They lack the intensity of the real thing. 

So for me live is the only way to live.

The Soul Flies Free

Beyond

Waking with hurt

Followed by pain

Every movement a

Reminder of fragile humanity

Days turn to months

Then seasons to years

Still bound with chains

Of suffering

Until that day

When fetters fall clear

The soul flies free

Unshackled on gossamer wings

To complete pain free liberty 

©Marti Murphy

Candy Jar of Life

Candy Jar of Life

As I sit here at the table

I see the candy jar

Filled with yummy treats–

Red cinnamon in

fiery cellophane,

Caramels sparkling in

shiny gold,

Peppermints in stripy

red and white,

Root beer wrapped

in orange and brown

Butterscotch–hard and sweet

in blue and yellow plaid

And lemon drops–very tart but

so soft inside.

As I sit here at the table 

Looking through my life

Filled with many friends–

The feisty redhead facing

life full on,

A wise old lady with

words of gold

The perky girl refreshing 

as a breeze,

A trusted friend answering

my every call

An old man some say hard, 

but really sweet and giving

A tart-talking rogue with

heart so soft.

As I sit here at the table

    Looking through my life.          

                          ©Marti Murphy

Saturday Afternoon in my Neighborhood

Saturday Afternoon

On a lazy afternoon

Sitting on the swing

Mariachi rhythms

Dance upon the breeze

Somewhere in the neighborhood

Voices call to kids

Young men polish beat up trucks

And the girls flirt with ease

Scents of roasting barbeque

Mingle with the call of doves

It’s evening in my barrio

And I'm enjoying all of these.

©Marti Murphy