Bella Luna

Bella Luna

Bella Luna Bella Luna, You are such power and beauty

And I a grumpy muttering fool

I see the tree branch tips dancing on your yellow circle screen

The same emotions wound me as before

Change, is it possible?

Trapped in a spell of emotional nausea

Am I a victim?

The supermoon has dwindled into baseline discomfort

Life is often unpleasant as people who love one another hurt one another

Tired of fighting, of fighting back it seems, of being pushed and pulled

Bella Luna – I saw you for a moment and then you were gone

All moments seem to be like this

Bitterness floods me. Longing seems to be rotting.

Dreams are for the foolish
Actions beyond chore and duty are for the selfish privileged
Even the chorers get left alone most of the time
The world drags me down and no one cares
But I am selfish in my pity
What use is it to complain, or to flow words of disdain?
I am banished from the party of fellowship and revelry
So what?

Oh Bella Luna, I wish I had a window here to find you in the early evening

Perhaps you will wake me late tonight
But restless stirring probably won’t meet my fancy
I feel mad and useless. But I guess that is OK
zzzzz goodnight Bella Luna