Climbing is on my mind, although I'm not certain of my route. I have put my faith into so many unfulfilled promises that have gone awry, and still I find a walk outside, under the dappled sun and the emerging moon, so cleansing and powerful! Without testimony, my walking out within the energy has the power to transform. Nature calls us to become involved, to be within her energy. If you accept her offer, and knowing how, you will not be disappointed!
Thank you Patti for this short beautiful poem by Shelly! He came with his friend Byron to the Château de Chillon which inspired him to write the Prisoner of Chillon. You may have visited the site while you came to perform at the Montreux Jazz Festival ... such a concert! Absolutely unforgettable - Thank you so ! We miss you in Switzerland where you came several times in the past prior Covid. Please come again ! 🙏🎶 A bientôt ...
Sounds like a lonely Shelley projecting onto the moon no reason to shine on any object longer than the time to move along in her orbit. Shelley was, as you say, truly one of the great men of poetry. One of womenkind's greats, Sylvia Plath, wrote this: "The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
such a poignant and sad peice from Shelley, so sadly apt for these times and thank you so much for sharing it with us at this time.
The Moon is Always Female- the underbelly and the full pregnancy -
The Moon is Always Female- the underbelly and the full pregnancy -
The man in the moon is frowning on us. I mourn the moon of my childhood. Looking through a telescope I felt close to his cheerful visage.
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Moon for Sale
Blood red, white, blue or pale
Our beloved moon is up for sale
Reflecting sunlight to our night
She rules the waves and with all her might
She tugs and tugs relentlessly
At all living things and gravity
Strawberry, snow and harvest moon
Look out for monkeys on the moon
When astronauts return in rockets
With the real estate claims in their pockets
Of the lunatic billionaires who fight for the right
To mine our sacred satellite
Thank you Patti for your constancy. Your hand in the darkness.
Thank you for the beautiful poem, Patti. XO
Timely and terribly appropriate. Thank you, be well.
Thank you Patti such a beautiful poem 🙏
Thanks for your thoughts and Shelley's beautiful poem. The world is indeed a sad and heavy one just now. Once again. Stay safe and well 💜🌿
Climbing is on my mind, although I'm not certain of my route. I have put my faith into so many unfulfilled promises that have gone awry, and still I find a walk outside, under the dappled sun and the emerging moon, so cleansing and powerful! Without testimony, my walking out within the energy has the power to transform. Nature calls us to become involved, to be within her energy. If you accept her offer, and knowing how, you will not be disappointed!
Thank you Patti, PB Shelly for I and this his closing fragment in To the Moon
II
Thou chosen sister of the Spirit,
That gazes on thee till in thee it pities ...
Thank you Patti for this short beautiful poem by Shelly! He came with his friend Byron to the Château de Chillon which inspired him to write the Prisoner of Chillon. You may have visited the site while you came to perform at the Montreux Jazz Festival ... such a concert! Absolutely unforgettable - Thank you so ! We miss you in Switzerland where you came several times in the past prior Covid. Please come again ! 🙏🎶 A bientôt ...
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Sounds like a lonely Shelley projecting onto the moon no reason to shine on any object longer than the time to move along in her orbit. Shelley was, as you say, truly one of the great men of poetry. One of womenkind's greats, Sylvia Plath, wrote this: "The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to
believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes."