Moon Whisper

Kurt James of Midnight Wind Photography

Moon Whisperis nothing new. Man has always been fascinated by the ancient moon down through the ages, but growing up it also had a special meaning to me. Even as a small child, I was captivated by it, the moon and all its mystery spoke directly to me – or so I believed. It has always been my friend and ally when I had none. This romantic notion I have with the moon has never left me as I have grown older. As a wildlife and nature photographer, I take every opportunity I can take photos of the Moon Whisper, some of which you see here today. As a writer of western adventure novels you can be assured that my stories have an element of the moon wonders somewhere in the story. This poem is for any of you that have heard the – Moon Whisper.

Kurt James of Midnight Wind Photography

Moon Whisper
The moon when I was little it would listen to me,
As I laid outdoors under the old evergreen tree.
Never judged me it always remained silent in the night,
Telling my secrets to the moon above only seemed right.
Blue, or yellow the color of the moon didn’t matter much,
The moon knew all my childhood fears, mysteries and such.
It always knew my misery when my father had too much to drink,
When in the dark I would find solace with my moon to let me think.
Of course the moon knew of the pigtailed girl down the street,
As I kissed her on the kiddie swing and told me I was sweet.
When I was young I use to think the moon was only for me,
High in the heavens; on earth I was the only one it could see.
The moon above knew all my thoughts, hopes, and dreams,
All my expectations, visions, and imaginings rode those moons beams.
When I was little the moon was more than my friend high in the sky,
It helped me with my struggles and fears – it was my ally.
Sometimes, as I have gotten older I lose touch with my moon,
When that happens, I look heavenward and get my life back in tune.
The moon when I was little it would listen to me,
As I laid outdoors under the old evergreen tree.
Kurt James

Kurt James of Midnight Wind Photography

 

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Kurt James novel “Rocky Mountain Ghost” available on July 1st, 2017
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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 7 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection called the wandering man collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition). Kurt has also published 3 historical reference books, and one humor book. All are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 9th Colorado adventure tale novel “Rocky Mountain Moonshiner”.

10 thoughts on “Moon Whisper

  • June 1, 2017 at 11:42 AM
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    Very nice poem, Kurt, about the moon which holds fascination for so many. I love to sit outside at night and watch the moon in all her phases. Water and the moon always bring me back to my self. Great work on the memoir and the poem.

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    • June 2, 2017 at 4:34 PM
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      The moon has always in way or another moved poets, photographers, and of course everyone’s heart since the dawn of time. Thanks for your nice comment Phyllis.

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  • June 1, 2017 at 1:18 PM
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    Lovely piece Kurt, I am in the middle of writing something about the sun and these two lines stood out for me in a big way, “When I was young I use to think the moon was only for me,
    High in the heavens; on earth I was the only one it could see.” Excellent piece my friend.~Paul

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    • June 2, 2017 at 4:35 PM
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      Thanks you Paul, and I must say looking forward to yours…

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  • June 1, 2017 at 9:45 PM
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    Nice, nostalgic piece about the moon that holds so much wonder, especially as a child. Have always loved the moon, its light as if overseeing human life. Well penned and enjoyed Kurt.

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    • June 2, 2017 at 4:35 PM
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      Thanks Tony for your kind thoughts…. I can see that the moon moves just about everyone is some way..

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  • June 2, 2017 at 10:15 PM
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    All I can say is it was our street light…you know!! Beautiful poem but that’s who you are..

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    • June 3, 2017 at 6:27 AM
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      Thanks for the laugh Peggy and the wonderful memory of our street light. It is one of those things in life that you “just had to there” for. Thank for your kind words about my poem and of course me…

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  • June 2, 2017 at 11:37 PM
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    This is wonderful Kurt. In fact, it may be one of my favourites out of all your wonderful pieces. I too can relate to lying under a moonlit sky and telling my secrets to the moon. (no one else seems to agree with me…but when I stare at the moon with my naked eye and the shadows/marks on its surface I see a rabbit .. don’t tell anyone)

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  • June 3, 2017 at 6:31 AM
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    You know John somehow I knew in my heart you were a moon whisperer also – and just a note my friend when you don’t want anyone to know that you see a “rabbit” on the surface of the moon don’t tell the whole world in a comment on here…lol… thanks for stopping by my friend from down under.

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