she pulls, fools

even the best of us
into looking up. she pools

ocean into obedient tide,
slides her last slivered slice
right on down with a final

she rules all this
ebony sway, this pin-pricked
blanket sky. she’s new

and full
and blue and wax and wane
and howl and hum

…………….and hide.

when she starts
her silvered serenade, you
might as well just
start dancing.

it all goes to her head
sometimes; she forgets
she’s nothing
…..but a skystone,
waiting to shine.



april pad, day 1.




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4 Responses to phased

  1. De!!! Goosebump-good! You know I can’t resist a great moon poem! ♥

  2. Dusty Writes says:

    Oh this is Beyond Wonderful!!!

  3. Shawna says:

    This is amazing. No one writes about the moon like you do. And you always sneak a poem about a woman between the lines.

  4. I, too, love the double meanings of this poem (maybe even more)! “silvered serenade” – just beautiful!

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