Ambushed by the moon
reflecting a solar absence
while waxing poetic
behind fast swimming clouds,
we sit on the front porch
waiting.
A cool fall breeze
exclaims its presence, hinting
at a storm or other ominous things
just beyond the horizon. What surprises
lay before us, hoping to astound,
to break us
from an evening reverie
as we wait?
Wait, listening
to the remaining leaves
blowing above revealing that moon,
a marvelous wonder hinting
at a universe we know
nothing about.
We know nothing of what’s beyond
these leaves, this moon, mysteries
that baffle us, sitting, waiting on
our small planet,
an island amidst the nothing
of space matter.
Then the pizza shows up and nothing
else matters.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Posted for the dVerse Poetics weekly prompt : “anticipation”
“When the moon fills the sky like…” Who doesn’t love pizza?
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This is well written Phillip . A fascinating form of waiting. Waiting on the pizza, on the future.
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Thanks, Rob!
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Aw, we were getting all philosophical and then the pizza arrived! At least you filled the pizza wait with some interesting conversation!
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Sorry … when I’m hungry there is nothing else i the universe.
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“Then the pizza shows up and nothing
else matters.”
This is my kind of poetry. Excellent piece. Slice?
What’s on it, I wonder …
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Guess you’ll just have to sit and wait …
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Somehow I feel that the pizza almost came destroying the beauty of waiting…
but I guess that in the end we all have to eat.
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I like your description of the effect the moon can have: “a marvelous wonder hinting
at a universe we know
nothing about.”
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Really really love this kind of poetry, sublime philosophical lyrical poetry ending with a funny, almost Larkin-esque grounding in reality (but more cheerful than Larkin!) Love it 🙂
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Thanks soooo much! And also for thinking me more cheerful than Larkin. I do hope so.
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No problem! I do love Larkin but he was a miserable git haha!
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My main issue with him is that he misspelled his name. Really amateur hour there.
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I really like this part,
“We know nothing of what’s beyond
these leaves, this moon, mysteries
that baffle us, sitting, waiting on
our small planet,
an island amidst the nothing
of space matter.”
It evoked a vivid image of your description. The ending was just right.
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Thanks so much! I’d like to spend more time contemplating the great mysteries .. but sometimes I just need some junk food.
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🙂
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I love that last line in relation to the rest of it. I wrestled with calling it juxtaposition or a non sequitur but I finally settled on something else: it’s human nature. We are in awe of the world but doggone it! We got to eat too!
Great poem!
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Exactly! We like to think that we are special with our higher level thought and dreams … but those primal, primary needs always win out. That’s just the nature of things.
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Pizza has disgraced me so many times. I can totally relate.
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Deep thought followed by deep pan? Beautifully written piece of work.
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Thanks so much!
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We truly know little beyond our planet… But, like the moon, we know pizza will be cheesy goodness… lol
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Yes, we forget the meaningful things so easily.
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Life in the moment 🙃
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Profound pizza! Love the ending!
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