Tutmoses gazing ‘cross the Nile

saw your image on the water

Cleopatra held Antony’s hand

and kissed it by your light

Nero plucked his lyre

while you shined on burning Rome

Did Mehmet look upon your face

atop the walls of Byzantium?

You shined that night

on Santa Maria

and when they came for Atahualpa.

Watched the Sioux ghost dance

and the Mahdi pray outside Khartoum.

Cixi sat in her pavilion, drank tea and reminisced.

Did your visage ache the doomed

along the Volga that  Christmas?

Watching countless Romeos

caress the breasts

of countless Juliets

you shined on me as well tonight.

Am I one with the infinite?



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and for your listening pleasure, Carlo Buti singing Luna Marinara from 1936

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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5 Responses to Luna

  1. beetleypete says:

    Nice Frank. Very nice.
    Best wishes, Pete.


    • toritto says:

      Hi Pete – an oldie, probably scribbled 5 or 6 years ago (during my “romantic” period!) and just hanging around. I’m lazy today so I put it up! 🙂


  2. DesertAbba says:

    lazy is OK when you are our age, in fact it is characteristic! good piece!


  3. Norman Pilon says:

    Yes, a good piece. All eyes have seen it, across the generations, across vast spans of time and space. It abides. It broods. It speaks of forever.

    I think I’ve known the mood even if I could not express it in words. Especially in autumn when I am often in the woods alone, either returning from an evening’s hunt or heading in some several hours ahead of daybreak. I especially like those quiet solitary walks under a full moon. It certainly is an intimation of eternity, of time standing still, as it always was, as it always will be. At least that is the mood. Alive in a moment of eternity while being acutely aware that I must and will die.


    • toritto says:

      Hi Norm – yes everyone has seen it and it has seen us all. As I mentioned above, I wrote this piece years ago – during my “romantic” period! 🙂 Regards/


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