TWINKLE CRESCENT MOON

Twinkle Crescent Moon

Beautiful crescent moon—
Bright and jubilant in your silent duties:
Ornament in the night,
Silhouetted against the mysterious blackness,
That’s looming all around,
On a cold December’s night;
Your patient trajectory seeming to suspend you just there:
As you revolve at your pace in peaceful, watchfulness,
While I below gaze up to you,
Drawn by magnetic attraction:
Inspired now to limitlessness, to go beyond myself,
To know no bounds:
Spurred on at this very instant to high and lofty goals,
By your bright twinkle against the darkness,
Of your remote home—
As you now traverse,
East to west ever so calculating, though time being irrelevant,
All things in their proper seasons;
Now I too, will brave the impossible,
Lighting my very way—
Succeeding across an eternity of space.

The Willows along the Shore

The giant willows of three stand like sentries along the shore,
Of this upper Mississippi River, a wealth of poetic majesties;
Teeming in a profound life-force, their long vine-like branches,
Skimming the water’s dun-colored, sun-glittered surface;
While their great roots that nourish the whole,
Are anchored, unmoving, deeply into this great crevasse:
This American Nile.
A draft of wind blows; the willows leaves, quiver, in acknowledgment;
All’s attuned to nature’s silent chant:
The scene, a portrait of awe and delight;
To experience life’s various splendors, now that’s the catch:
The stuffs of heavens,
The anticipation of the unseen into the seen;
With no words uttered, it’s simply done in the twinkle of an eye—
All life’s phenomena, is but a wish fulfilled.

T. M. Boughnou was drawn to the writers and thinkers of the ninetieth and early twentieth centuries. After years of a dedicated reading and writing regimen and journal-keeping of his thoughts and observations of his daily routines and personal travels, he began to write. He splits his living-time between Davenport, Iowa and Boston, Massachusetts.