If I Swallowed the Moon

If I swallowed the moon,
what would you see?
Would my love be transparent
for all folks to read? 

Would my words and emotions,
sparkle like stars?
Or twinkle like diamonds,
or fireflies in jars? 

Would you see the reflection,
of my soul and heart?
My world all unmasked,
not a glimmer of dark. 

Would you know me,
if my light - was all you could see?
No body or form
just my spirit set free? 

'Twas a dream I once had,
in the dark of the night;
when the moon was a warm,
brilliant globe of pure light. 

So if you awaken
with light in your room,
it may be that I have
just swallowed
the moon.

joyce burns

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2012



It Is What It Is

Just a little whining today. I haven't done that in a very long time but lately I've been butting my head against a lot of brick walls. At times I have called myself "invisible girl" as no one seems to notice I am even in this world. I have been told I should be more agressive, but that's just not in me. I was taught to respect other people and not be a bother to anyone. Boy have times changed.

For some people "self" is all they ever think about. It's easy to see that on Facebook everyday when some people post 50 to 100 items in a row (yes, really) and you can't find anything from any body else as one person uses it for their personal blog. Its even more sad when you really like the person but long to unfriend them because they don't know when to stop. I like lots of friends but sometimes I never see their posts unless I go to their walls.

I try to give everybody the benefit of the doubt and try to believe all the things people promise me, but for the most part I find myself taking care of everything that happens to me in my life BY MYSELF. I have volunteered many times to do things I was not one hundred percent fond of, because a friend needed my help and I did it, most times with a smile and found a lot of times I actually enjoyed doing the task. But for me? I just don't get it. What do I do to people? Am I that boring or old or whatever that no one wants to be around me? Really people. What am I NOT doing? If I win a contest, I am the one whose name doesn't get posted. If I write a book, no one takes me seriously. If I order with a group at a restaraunt I always get served last or the order is messed up. I couldn't even find someone to ride with me on an expense-paid day trip. A girl could catch a complex. Do any of you feel this way too?

I see other people succeed everyday. But as I sit in my cube at work and do my job to the best of my ability.only a handful of people ever acknowledge that I am breathing. I sit there for eight hours a day, and feel life passing by. So I turned to putting my words on paper. For now, no one reads that either.

I was told I should write for myself. So I guess that's the direction I will take. Maybe in the future someone will ask, "did you know this lady"?

Anyway that's enough whining for this year, so I will get back to doing what I do. But if sometimes you long for in depth conversation about something besides ripping another person apart, send me mail or call me. I especially love history, ancestors and debating ideas.

Hope you have a nice evening.

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2012



My Books

Since everyone seems to be promoting their books these days, I am going to add a couple of mine.

I'm not much on pushing myself on to readers. I like for readers to discover my musings for themselves and hopefully they will stand on their own merits. 

I do hope each reader finds something that will touch their soul and hopefully something to carry in their hearts on rainy days.

Thanks to everyone who has inspired me, loved me and helped me to get to this place. I love you all  : )

Happy reading. Lots more to come !            Joyce Burns

To order go to www.chynamoon.com



© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2012

Homeless in Tupelo, Mississippi

1100 Taxi Service, Tupelo, Ms

Tupelo, Mississippi has always been an interesting place but as I get older I find myself more and more interested in her history and that of surrounding Mississippi towns.

In looking back into some of my own family's contributions, I found that my stepfather, John Franklin Hill, as a young man started the first taxi service in Tupelo. It was named 1100 Cabs and he bought and paid cash for three shiny new cars when he started his business. His taxi service was more on the lines of a luxury service, somewhat like one thinks of today as a limousine service. He was meticulous with his cars and wouldn't let a spot of dirt rest an hour on his cars, inside or out.

This business was located on the corner of Spring Street and Jefferson where the east corner of the Justice Center sits today. So next time you visit Spring Street see if you can imagine (or perhaps you are old enough to remember) the taxi yard on the corner.

More historical Tupelo to come.



© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations 1997-2012

Rocking Chair & Afternoon Tales

It's finally here! I am one of the 25 authors in an anthology of stories and poems about Mississippi themes.  It just doesn't get any better that that! What book? Glad you asked. It's titled Rocking Chair and Afternoon Tales and was edited by Phlip Levin and Grace Lebo.
To get your copy just visit my website at www.chynamoon.com and follow the instructions.
Happy reading!

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations 1997-2012

Back When I Had Attitude

Do you ever look back at yourself and wonder where you went? Parts of your life you have forgotten or wish you could go back to?

I have been fortunate lately that much of myself I thought was gone is suddenly resurfacing with a vengence. In the photo here, I was somewhere around six years old. This was one of the best times of my life and I am glad I am starting to remember things I had forgotten. I had attitude plus in these days (but I always did what my grandma said) :>) She was a handful herself at 5 foot two and a hundred pounds. She taught me to be me no matter what and to follow my heart. Another thing I had forgotten. But this girl is baaccckkk! Love you nana! Look out world. We are going for a spin!



© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations 1997-2011