merely freckles we are
from the moon’s point of view
with a one-eyed squint
her telescope drawn
pondering our purpose
where we went wrong
does she feel the love drift
from the earth to the sky
resisting the hatred
does it make her cry?
A quadrille poem of 44 words, including the word “freckle”.
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Into the night I wait for muse of moon
The stars arrange a symphony of silence
I tinker, tally words and thoughts but soon
Dear Luna slips between the haze, defiant
From hinterland the owl bestows a hoot
That echoes in the forests of my mind
I wait for inspiration to take root
As Luna slumbers deep beneath the skies
When midnight mocks the cursor on my page
I revel in the balladry unborn
Though constellations, cryptic they may fade
‘Tis hope that lights the way of the forlorn
Dear Luna stirs behind her quilt of clouds
She scatters dreams for me to read aloud
Written for “Poetry Forms”, a dVerse Poets Pub project.
This is my offering of a sonnet in Shakespearean style. The rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. The structure consists of 3 quatrains, followed by one couplet. The “volta” occurs in the 12th line . I focused on the iambic pentameter and rhyme. Quite the challenge. You can learn more about this form as Bjorn describes in further detail here.
I stand starstruck
Inhaling the unknown
Surrendering all that is logical
To Luna’s light
You pinpoint planets
That I’ll never know
That I’ll never remember
And never want to
Supermoon sent us scrambling to the nearest park for open ground. Cameras in hand, we had visions of something extraordinary. The awe came when I did not focus on or with my camera but stood with mind silenced, tracing her perfection. I imagined some funky God of Geometry with a giant compass and extremely steady hands, carving our cosmic muse into carbon paper skies. He didn’t know her beauty until the asteroids and meteorites chiseled her barren cheeks and the sun dazzled her silly.
We heard the unmistakable howl of a coyote in the nearby woods. Believing in the myth added to the ambience. I became lost in the mystery of moon tides and the depths of craters. I wondered where I stood with her in astrological terms, being born on the first day of the whole zodiac. I am clearly a beginning…to something. Her porcelain face revealed no secrets. With fuzzy photos, we turned to go home. She followed, her golden light gushing over darkened streets. I drank her energy, let her sparkle my spirit one more time, just in case I would not see her Supermoon magic again.
sun in Scorpio
stars of Aries kiss Luna
November clouds drift
Written for dVerse, “Haibun Monday: You say it’s your birthday?” Toni is back and she has given us options for this haibun challenge. “You have three choices: birthday, full moon, or combine the two.” Check it out. There’s still time to join in!
I am a speck
In the float of fairy dust
Swept in spirals
Iridescent futility
Give me some gusto
Please
The sun dazzles me dizzy
On cloudy days
My eyes tire of the roll
My firefly flicker is
S-l-o-w-l-y f-a—-ding
While you dangle, debonair
Among the diamonds
You and your crescent grin
Written for Lill’s poetic prompt, “Razzle Dazzle Me!”. Not feeling very sparkly lately. Thought I’d blame it on the moon.
Image credit: pixabay.com
If you are so authentic
Then why are you so mystical?
Caught between the muse
Of actual and magical
If you are so luminous
They why am I so blind
To a beauty so timeless
Celestial, sublime?
Undeniable and present
So classically placed
Are you oblivious to lovers
In awe of your face?
Moon beams and the man
It’s almost clichéd
Are you amused that I assume
That you will light my way?
Grace has us musing at the moon for Poetics. I wouldn’t normally re-post a poem, but I don’t believe I have shared this one with dVerse. C’mon over. Be inspired by the moon and some amazing poetry.
Her thoughts drifted
With shaving cream clouds
Reshaping themselves
Like her dreams
Baby blue backgrounds
Beckoned her
Softer landings
Welcomed her
With raspberry tarts
And bubble milk tea
Embracing the orb of night
She took to the sky
S l o w l y
Rising gracefully
To the stars
De is hosting over at dVerse Poets Pub today. We are writing quadrilles of exactly 44 words incorporating the word “bubble”. Fun stuff!
If you are so authentic
Then why are you so mystical?
Caught between the muse
Of actual and magical
If you are so luminous
They why am I so blind
To a beauty so timeless
Celestial, sublime?
Undeniable and present
So classically placed
Are you oblivious to lovers
In awe of your face?
Moon beams and the man
It’s almost clichéd
Are you amused that I assume
That you will light my way?
As I pondered what to write in my first attempt at blogging, I looked to the moon. This morning, I woke up to it’s powerful yet peaceful glow. While it shone vibrantly making shadows with the massive old trees in my yard, I was thinking how we don’t really appreciate it’s light. It was eerie and beautiful at the same time and I wished I could just stay home and admire it for writing inspiration. Unfortunately, star gazing or “moon gazing” doesn’t pay the bills so I reluctantly got ready for work.
It’s been a long weekend, not literally but emotionally as I had to say good bye to my four legged friend of seventeen years. The moon made me think of him….how sometimes I would take him out early in the morning and be surprised to see a perfectly circular globe staring down at us. I think he liked those spooky shadows on the grass. In the end, the sun was not his friend as it made him flinch due to poor eye sight. I’ll miss my friend, his innocent eyes and his not so innocent personality. At the end of his journey on this earth, he mustered up a howl. Maybe he was howling at the moon. I hope he’s dancing under it now.
mishunderstood 