Always the Moon–The Poetry of Lifetimes


Everyone writes poetry some time during their life, right? How do we get through childhood, the teenage years, and especially love, without trying to give voice to the emotions we don’t really understand until we see them in words.

These are poems that tell an accurate, and I hope touching picture of one woman’s life–and yet, within those funny, painful, or strange experiences I traveled through are stories that relate to most of us.

A woman I once worked for briefly told me that she’d read it, and it made her cry. She said she wanted to show it to her brother-in-law, but she wouldn’t loan it to him because she’d never get it back. I wonder if she knew that he inspired one of the poems? (She’d sent me to him when her business had to let me go, and I had worked for him for a number of years.) That poem might seem old and personal–but see if it might remind you of anyone currently out there on social media or in public life.

Romance may be our bread and butter–but often poetry expresses our lives better than anything else. I hope that you might find something in the snippets I offer below.

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Skunk Summers and Old Friends

Skunk summer. We called it that,

In summers past

When the night air wafted in

The honeysuckle, skunk-oil blend.


Not unpleasant, a biting

At the nose and mind,


In pursuit

Of fireflies enough

To fill a hundred jars.


How simple then, lighting the night

With borrowed light,

Pretending life, a grander life

Than the one attained

From other hands.


But now the air-conditioner

Churns out the sudden strong

Skunk smell—did we ever

Ignore it? And fireflies

Cause excited comment

By children—we don’t notice them

That much.


And if I hadn’t stepped out,

Thought of you

And skunk summer,

I might not have smiled

Through these tears

That make new.