Lunar Spring

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Lunar Spring

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Mad March finds me on the moon. I’ve brought me some flutter-bees, in hopes my humor may actually survive. Winter rains held on long this year on earth, but skies are clear up here — though cold as hell. This weightlessness improves my attitude, lifting my mood. Makes me feel like a feather. My prodigal smile breaks through a bit, watching the damned butterflies escape and flit.

We brought some paneled sun and bottled rain, gonna try to ignite these seeds here in my spacesuit pocket. Maybe we can get’em pushing their sprouts through this boxed fertile earth soil. Brought it all the way from Oregon’s Willamette River Basin. Oh look, the butterflies are cavorting among the moon rocks. Gotta get a picture of that, though they really don’t look very well!

We brought some recordings of chirping birds, and sealed fragrances of new blooms. We are working our butts off, and this lame luna wind ain’t gonna waft the fragrances. Well, we got the synthesized smells, hues, and sounds of Spring, but it ain’t makin’ my heart sing, or my spirit dance! Spring on the moon’s no romance, it sucks! Oh look, the fucking butterflies are at it again.

moon wind’s blowin’ badly
butterflies behavin’ madly
gravity’s flyin’em upside down
zero oxygen’s droppin’em to the ground
won’t be long before they’re expired
and me and the crew are totaly tired
spring on the moon sucks!

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rob kistner © 2020

Image: Eddie Schrieffer

 

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  • 32 thoughts on “Lunar Spring”

    1. “moon wind’s blowin’ badly
      butterflies behavin’ madly” — awesome.

      I’m with Fireblossom though, might need to start planning the mission just in case!

    2. I love the good humor in this that gradually sours as reality intrudes.The sense of the vast indifference and emptiness of the cosmos reminds me a bit of that series The Expanse (good binging there.) You really give us the flavor of what folly in space might taste like here. Oh, and “flutter-bees” rocks.

      1. Thank you Hedgewitch… 🙂 …was in a zany mood. My grandson altered the pronunciation of Winnie the Pooh’s “flutterby” by calling them “flutterbee’s” — I always got a kick out of that name. He and I always use flutterbee when we see one.

    3. Misbehaving butterflies on the moon, what a story. 🙂 And I’m not ready to think about spring–although the boxed earth really got to me.

      1. Made me smile that you smiled Chrissa. That little story and poem just spoke to me from the picture. I absolutely {{{>LOVE<}}} visual prompts to which to write free-verse poetry, or poetic prose — with the occasional rhyme.

    4. If only spring could take root on the moon but, the butterflies are weightless and humans carry heavy weight every day. These two lines would make a great hook in a song. I have a melody looping in my head as I write this.

      “moon wind’s blowin’ badly
      butterflies behavin’ madly”

      I hope you are feeling better.

      1. I think the stress of 6 months of essential lock-down is messin’ a bit wit me ‘ealth True — but I’m ok. Record that chorus and send me a link… 🙂

    5. Love it! “Spring on the moon’s no romance” Oh, that certainly puts a different twist on the many moonish poems I’ve poured into ink. 🙂 The world inside my house has so many craters from so much Covid and non Covid related. My physical health has been fine, but my mental is a mess.

    6. Fun, fun when the air is thin. Practically every job gets old and troubled after a while. Seems the winds are doing the most damage although butterflies can stay airborne quite well in strong winds. (BTW, I was an Aerospace Engineer at NASA Houston for 16 years.)
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      1. That’s awesome Jim! Great respect for NASA. I think it was damned shame when our space program was allowed to slow because of funding. So much briad benefit from that human endeavor. We need to continue on the way to Mars.

    7. You set the stage, threw down the gauntlet, piqued our curiousity …. we need more info. Summer, Fall, Winter ~~~ what’s it like up there? (Those Flutter-bees got it goin’ on.)

    8. For Sure. For Sure. My Mother (the yellow butterfly flitting about) is up there with you, I have to schedule a visit!!!

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