Outlaw Poet

moon poem series

moon poem series #1

soughing in the branches

a birthmark heart on her forehead
the brindled immigrant

miles from her mother lost
on this new mexico desert

pine nettle moon mid winter night
serenaded by a lonely owl

soughing in the branches

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 2015 ron whitehead

moon poem series #2

no more fingers pointing to the moon

no more fingers pointing to the sun
only the sun itself

no more fingers pointing to the moon
only the moon itself

no more fingers pointing to the lightning
only the lightning itself

no more fingers pointing to the thunder
only the thunder itself

no more fingers pointing to the mountain
only the mountain itself

no more fingers pointing to the turquoise sky
only the turquoise sky itself

no more fingers pointing to the rain
only the rain itself

no more fingers pointing to the ocean
only the ocean itself

no more fingers pointing to sex
only sex itself

no more fingers pointing to life
only living itself

no more fingers pointing to the moon
only the moon itself

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 1994 & 2015 ron whitehead

moon poem series #3

the bone man

the bone man dances circles
round the subterranean moon
paints pink and blue and purple
until he fills the room
with the smell of roses
and a pandemonium moon

ron whitehead (c) 1994 & 2015 ron whitehead

moon poem series #4

trance mission

crying for the dead wandering yogi
no longer striving struggling for the ghost of power
dark of the moon heart of the wood

my friends traveling companions the dogs
running on their hind legs eyes glowing
a skull on a pole vines green leaves growing

out of the skull’s blood mouth eyes ears
in the heart of the wood kneeling side a rippling brook
crying for the dead wandering yogi

dark of the moon heart of the wood
gently softly whispering over the water
naked she was her pale skin aglow

that was you that was the beginning
no longer striving struggling for the ghost of power
dark of the moon heart of the wood

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 2015 ron whitehead

moon poem series #5

fastening the hasp of withy

fastening the hasp of withy
she peered past the ancient moon

cross the wildflowered meadow
to the top of the hill

to the edge of the woods
to the towering oak where stood

a figure she recognized
but hadn’t seen for aeons

and in that moment of
peering past the ancient moon

fastening the hasp of withy
she wondered

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 2015 ron whitehead

moon poem series #6

many moons fill the sky

many moons fill the sky
many moons fill the sky

what world is this we dwell in
another ever more frequent sleepless
night a plague gift bearing plague
and many moons fill the sky

time is a fleeting moment this
never sitting still flowing to an ocean
of light holding you in my arms
as many moons fill the sky

the gifts i bring you poems
fall to us from the stars
born of suffering pain struggle
and many moons fill the sky

oh the time we’ve known each other
our souls show us the way life
mystery lost and found night and day
and many moons fill the sky

my love the only gift i have
to give this poem born of pain
and wonder delivered out of sleepless night
as many moons fill the sky

how did we find each other here
in this pathless land so many stars
people we dance with our hands
and many moons fill the sky

the music gentle thunder deep
and soothing calms this quickening night
and you my love we wonder
as many moons fill the sky

if we dwell here one more night
my love here beneath the stars
i pray we share the night together
and many moons fill the sky

i pray we share the night together
in each other’s arms with the fading
song of thunder gently rumbling
as many moons fill the sky

the sound of water streaming on
its way my love silver shining angel
in the distance sings the dawn
and many moons fill the sky

many moons fill the sky
many moons fill the sky

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 2015 ron whitehead

moon poem series #7

the winter moon

the winter moon
a slither so sharp

the winter moon
a slither so cold

cut fingers
frozen branches

the winter moon

ron whitehead

copyright (c) 2015 ron whitehead