August 3, 2015

Max’s Musings

Moleston-Head-colorBy Max Molleston

There are dozens, if not hundreds of poems celebrating the sun, the life-giving celestial object we greet on clear mornings as it rises. The moon, controlling our night sky and more, we see best away from city lights. The big
planets, at great distance , are  a chore to see. Rocket ships have placed eyes in  orbit, bringing  spectacular  views of our universe. Your featured poem this month is titled Jupiter, composed around 2011 by Leah Wolfe. It was initially published in the Cedar Valley Divide, showcasing prose, poetry  and graphic art under the sponsorship of Kirkwood Community College.
Jupiter

Jupiter

She’s not the balancing of check books or prime time TV.
She’s not the picking out of furniture, or sippy cups and grocery carts.
She’s not the one I would take home to Mother.
She’s not the paying of bills or tax returns.
She’s not my side of the bed alarm  clocks
or Thursday meatloaf.
She’s not photo albums and birthdays, or Monday through Monday through Monday again.
She is not the other end of the couch.
She is Water, Earth, snowball fights when you are
supposed to be at work.
Lightning crashing thunder, electric air.
She is the ocean that supports Us.
She is wind dancing leaves down the street on a day when sweatshirts and football are all in life that matters.
She is the constellation across the sun, holding me
in sublime universal balance.
She is Jupiter.

Leah Wolfe sat down and poured this poem onto paper in a charming fashion that identifies  many  life  experiences. Did she rattle the paper from corner to corner, spilling the words and phrases into place? The poem, perfectly  planned , was  printed  in  white  in  front of a photo taken  by Kayla Dotson, titled Sailors Delight, a  wonderful view of the red sunset desired at sea. Jupiter is part of the wonder of poetry. Part of one  person  able to move her mind in such a light manner, then move to more meaningful connections within the  vision which  becomes the poem.  Is  this  your type of a poem, your idea of poetry? Your preference?  I read the poem several times, placed and misplaced it among my stash of poems, but it  is found here and brought to life for you readers. Leah’s  word choices describe,  in a cute and completely understandable way, life, as we are granted  time to move through ours. Septembers’ activities show us  a  sea change  from summer. Hope to have you here then.

Filed Under: Humor

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