Force Of Life

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 25 Jul 2021
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A poem about the Buck Moon

which began on Friday 23rd July 2021.

 

 

Does shifting moon

know destiny as

conscious reflex,

like buck's brief stillness

before the charge?

 

Antlered motion in supreme dominance,

largest crowned branches assail;

flood of leadership

caught in frenzied conflict,

 

heads rising up thwack in snarl,

then pendulous they break apart

revealing bestowed steadfast control;

 

though power comes with a price,

to stay at the top takes resilience;

fortitude of influence in face of peril.

 

Lunar gives us strength in this cycle,

like great buck she leads

earth's inhabitants

to find their own courage,

 

rising slowly with dappled stars,

the brightest planet signaling

its jewel like quality...

leaving me breathless,

 

converting each new month with a smile;

guiding through ups and downs,

fading on tides that ebb and flow;

rotating in rhythm called the motion of life.

 

 

 

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Submitted by Penny4athought on

Well constructed poem Jenny. The moon’s influence poetically described in the phase of the July Buck Moon named by the Algonquin Tribe for the new antlers that Buck's grow during this season. I enjoyed how you begin with the Buck changing in the moon's power then move the poetic imagery from the Buck’s acceptance and understanding of the challenges he will face projecting the challenges and acceptance onto man’s wonder at the influences of the moon. The ebbing and flowing tides; the illuminating moonlight that gives us sight to paths that would be unseen…I was captured by the timeless wonder of man you reveal in the last stanza while viewing the lunar phases. It is beautiful poetry Jenny, thank you for posting it.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Agree with Penny. Had not heard of Buck Moon, however what Penny says explains the deer barking in the woods I heard yesterday. I love so many lines of this poem, particularly "thwack in snarl" that whole stanza is brilliant, can see and hear so clearly. And the first part, where you link moon growing with the irrisistable charge of a stag, too, it's wonderful. Altogether creating an awareness of magic I had not understood before. Thankyou

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Penny,

I was in awe of your comment which was so inspiring and knowledgeable. I had no idea the Algonquin tribe named this moon, and found your words uplifting.

Thank you so much for reading and making my day with your comment. Glad you liked...you've put a smile on my face. smiley

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

how wonderful to have heard the deer, they are such private creatures that live such a peaceful life. The reason I wrote this poem, was because on seeing the moon, then finding out about it being a Buck moon kind of inspired my thoughts to this majestic animal.

We are lucky enough to have deer here in Wiltshire, yet you never see them on walks in the forest, I think they must keep very still and blend in with the trees and undergrowth.

Glad you liked thwak and snarl, I was trying to grasp the sound their antlers make when they come together. The larger stags must surely get in a tangle as their antlers are much larger and have more branches, but I read that the antlers protect their faces, so to become a leader takes a lot of strength. I always think of that wonderful scene in Bambi when dad runs out on to the moor to save the little fawn, always cry even now when mum gets shot.

Sorry I'm off on a ramble again. wink 

Thank you so much for stopping by to read and your great comment letting me know you enjoyed, which is always so detailed.

Take care.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Submitted by marandina on

".. like buck's brief stillness before the charge." I did see it was a Buck Moon recently. I enjoyed this poem and the comments left in this thread. Inspirational and informative. Paul :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

the buck moon is supposed to represent courage, which we all need, that's why I thought it was relevant to write a poem on this subject.

Thank you so much for reading and your kind words which were very appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

I had never herad of the buck moon before, so you poem was a learning experience. Lovely poem. You use such interesting words.

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks Jean,

glad I could give you some insight into this beautiful moon.

Thank you again for reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Hades502 on

As I had to freshen up on moon cycles and stuff a few months ago, I am appreciating the creative way you presented this. Great work.

GGHades502

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Hades, 

I used to follow the moon cycles when I was younger, but now I'm older I get left behind, so you're not the only one who has to look up the changing moons. 

Thank you so much for reading and glad you liked.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by seannelson on

I like the exploration of the moon as a regenerative force. I find the moon and the night so, like Louis Armstrong phrases it; It is 'the dark sacred night.'

"If I send you post-cards from the side of the road: photographs of movies, and hearts about to implode"  -  Elliott Smith

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much for your kind comment and observations seannelson, much appreciated.

Jenny.