time—
visions confuse night
with day again
sometimes I wander in circles
my eyes tracking the empty
black sky, looking and looking
for your white glowing face
etched by night’s ancient magic
—are you even really there?
whipping backward into myself
there’s nothing and nobody
to blame as these
too empty white walls
keep screaming your name
so loud it vibrates
every swollen trapped cell
moon—
twisted hour hand
turns slowly south
when you see my eyes
staring at your lunar ones
be not afraid you did
anything wrong, for I’m simply
searching for cosmic answers
—can dark transform into light?
drawing with chalk along
sidewalks, chins, knee caps
caught in seclusion’s trap
winding around and around
my neck until breath
stutters while tiny hairs
dance along wobbly legs
isolation—
you stopped time
I started it
blue, green twisting, and wild
maybe you, moon man, can
turn madness and untethered chaos
into an endless bright sea
—do dark craters harbor truth?
dreams used to contain
promises of another tomorrow
and another, but suffocation
robs rainbows their colorful
transformative effect until diving
underground to cool tunnels
relief comes as sound
without him here to dance
*Last weekend I saw the new film “Moonage Daydream.” This poem is my response and tribute to my favorite artist of all time and creative muse, David Bowie. The artwork was created by me.
I saw it too! Gave me many insights into the mind of this incredibly talented man. RIP David 💖
It was remarkable to me how they distilled down the essence of his art and music in such a beautiful and moving way.
Beautiful poem and artwork!!
Thank you so much, Rosaliene! That means so much to me.
Love these two together. The painting really expands on the words while the words enliven the painting.
Thank you so much, Brendon! I’m not much of a visual artist but I wanted to create something to compliment the elements I was trying to explore from Bowie’s work. I appreciate your kindness.
“as these too empty white walls keep screaming your name” gah!! You my friend are a word smith. That’s so gorgeous 😍
Thank you so much, LaShelle! You always make me smile with your thoughtful comments.
I’m so glad 😊
Both the poem and the art are stunning! You have a gift! I can see how this was inspired by Bowie, but it also gave me Pink Floyd vibes!
Wow! Thank you for such a wonderful compliment. You made my day.
🙂 <3
That sixth stanza is really sticking out to me. Feels like discovery.
I really like the artwork. I’m curious how you made it, is it mixed media?
It’s a mix of collage and acrylic paint. I’m not a visual artist, but I wanted something to go with words that sort of hinted at the themes I saw in the Bowie film. I’m glad you like it!
Lovely poem. Love the artwork.
Thank you so much!
Wonderful both of art & poem. Amazing words recommend the art. Good have a knowledge to time between moon. Rip !
Thank you so much!
You are most welcome 🌷
Lovely Bridgette! By coincidence I published one of the same title! Yours is better!
That’s so sweet of you to say! I’ll go read yours now. Thank you 🙂
Beautiful artwork and evocative poem, Bridgette. I so enjoyed the whole meandering musing of it. I felt as if I were diving underwater in the middle of the night.
Oh, I’m so glad you liked it! Yes, that’s the feeling I was going for. Bowie’s music and artwork leaves me feeling as if I’ve lost my footing. Underwater at night feels like the perfect description! Thank you!
You’re welcome!
A beautifully written poem, Bridgette. I loved the imagery of your words. As for the picture, it’s gorgeous and very captivating. I was going to ask how you made it, but then I saw that another of your readers asked this question, too, so now I know. Very clever. I loved David Bowie, as well. He is sadly missed in today’s world of music (not saying that today’s music is bad, of course). RIP gentle man. Xx 💜💕😘
Thank you so much, Ellie. Yes, Bowie was one of a kind for sure.
Beautiful poem, Bridgette. The picture is too a nice work of art.
Thank you so much for your kindness!
So lovely, Bridgette. The collage against the blue wash of paint so perfectly complements the mood of the poem with its ruminations, its yearning to go beyond and yet remain in time, to recapture or escape “seclusion’s trap.” After your comments on what inspired your poem, it’s easy to see how Bowie was your inspiration. He had that quality, didn’t he, of someone outside time trapped within it, very present and aware of the moment, yet somehow, “moon man.”
Thank you so much for this very thoughtful comment. It’s hard to separate Bowie from the moon. He was indeed both otherworldly and yet grounded in the here and now. I’m attempting to find ways to ground myself as I sometimes spin off and can’t quite make my way back.
I love both the art and poem. Meditative.
Thank you so much! That made my night.
WOW incredible words and image. You sure are such a talented and beautiful soul. Much love to you dear friend!
You are incredibly kind! Thank you so much for brightening my day ❤️
This was a beautiful enchanting piece. Really enjoyed it! Some perfect vivid descriptions here 🙂
Thank you so much, Tom! That’s means a lot to me.
Bowie is incredible One of my favorite artists Great post 🙂
Thank you! There’s has never been anyone like Bowie and I’m glad you liked my tribute.
So true ! He is the starman, shining bright even while not on this plain 🙂
This was enchanting and incredibly beautiful to read. You are a true master with words. Fabulous!😍
Wow. Thank you for such a kind comment. You made my day.
Coool! I wrote a poem a long time ago about a monster in the moon. Lol.
Yes! A monster in the moon sounds very interesting indeed!
Scary, too 👹
Gorgeous artwork!
Wow, thank you!