Late. Again. Restlessness startles my nerves awake. How does that old saying go? ‘No rest for the wicked.’? I can’t see the sun without missing the moon. There are no absolutions for some things and I sit here this early fall night, alone. Frightened. Furious at myself for coming to this awful place.

A smear of light blinds me as a car turns around and sweeps the house with intrusion. I don’t like other people. Nor do they like me. Caring has abandoned me. Alone … not lonely.

I hope the moon won’t fall from the sky. I hope … just for now. I hope.

Somewhere dogs yap at passing coy-dogs and I wonder what hapless creature will be eaten before the daylight rapes the tranquility. I wander out and listen. Try to breathe deep, this gut-wrenching, gathering gloom.

And I stay. Just one more day. I will stay.

 

 

sliver of light

saves way for the nightingale

cedar trees sigh

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Clinging to the yesterdays, I sit, old now, and tired. But still riding my horse … looking not young and lithe, but more a sack of potatoes being toted faithfully by a horse almost sour in his work. Yet … we keep going. He, walking and grabbing weeds. Me, pretending I’m still young and strong. I dream. I long. And I tell the story of my life through fiction and the occasional poem.
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8 thoughts on “Fall Down Moon

  • March 24, 2020 at 9:50 am
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    Hi Susan

    A very powerful and sad little story. It is also very descriptive and had me along with you in the darkness. Nicely written.

    Ambot

  • October 10, 2019 at 4:23 pm
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    Hi Susan

    I can relate to this very nicely presented short story sometimes. The strange part of life is that it seems when we want to be left alone people are always around and we feel like company none can be found.

    Some people choose loneliness and for others, it just seems to happen for what ever reason.

    Very nicely written and I have no corrections to suggest.

    PD

    • October 13, 2019 at 12:41 am
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      Thank you for being here. I appreciate your reading and understanding this post! It’s nice to hear from you…

  • October 10, 2019 at 9:57 am
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    Hello, Susan

    Wow, this is a deep and beautifully written little piece. The phrases are amazing and I got chills a few time while I read it.

    The car turning around and sweeping the house with intrusion is a perfect line and exactly the way I feel sometimes.

    Lovely work.

    Willy

    • October 13, 2019 at 12:43 am
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      Hi Willy! Thank you so much — I had one of those nights, you know?. Just life getting a bit much. I’m delighted with your note and sure appreciate your being here.

  • October 9, 2019 at 7:22 pm
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    That’s very sad, Susan. But I was intrigued by the words, ‘alone, but not lonely’. There are so many people who are left abandoned in old age, but painful as that is in itself, some do prefer to be alone. I sit here wondering how I would deal with it. I think my answer is, I’d keep writing. I enjoyed reading this. Very well done.

    • October 13, 2019 at 12:45 am
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      Hi Sandra! Thank you so much. If you look at my FB posts you surely understand…and it’s hard to deal with sometimes. I am sorry to not be here enough. I have health issues keeping me from doing what I need to. Please take good care and it’s always nice to hear from you!

      • October 15, 2019 at 6:35 pm
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        I’m sorry to hear you have health issues, Susan. I hope it’s not serious and that you’ll be bouncing around soon. I’ll take a look in your Facebook. Take care, my friend. xx

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