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Category Archives: aubades
Aubade to Rooster’s Crow
Somebody switched on the skylights too soonand the moon slipped out of her own silhouette and we have yet to find a way to make her stay. I am already mourning stars, all pinpricked hope and other tiny ways to wish … Continue reading
aubade with a broken smile
morning breaks us open, and we ponder dragon-breath clouds and all that crimson fire. we’ve already held these miles between our teeth and found them too salty, too muddled-much for day’s embrace. the sky’s a quiet place to trace our last good -byes. ::Linda’s got a great word … Continue reading
Posted in aubades, dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged aubades, here there be dragons, morning, pondering clouds, Q44, Quadrille, sky songs
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This here’s the story of a girl.
(an ovillejo aubade) .. She borrowed light of moon …………too soon to hold the stars above …………with love. And by the break of dawn, …………she’s gone. But in her parting song, you’ll find a hidden line that holds you just … Continue reading
aubade wrapped in tomorrow’s skin
.. before the sun stretches hot and bold, we hold one last gaze at the nothingness of fickle fallen stars. .. twiglet #64.
morning night light
(an aubade tanka) .. one last stolen kiss. watch that fading sky; oh, see? silver filament looped to invisible strings, moon rewires herself to sea. .. prompted by poetic asides.
Posted in aubades, moon poems, poetic asides poems
Tagged aubades, filament, invisible strings, moon, morning, reconnection, sea, stolen kisses, tanka
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Renovating Dawn
(an aubade) .. There weren’t quite enough clouds to stir up that crimson purple rose blush sort of sky cauldron, and the tangerine shine of rising yolk sun was acceptable, at best. Cue more birdsong. Cut the traffic din. Maybe … Continue reading
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Tagged aubades, morning songs, Poetic Asides prompts
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tangerine sky
… it floats up slow, like it’s got no place to be, no sea of blue to spotlight and sizzle. it breaches mountain top, climbs upupup, apricot fingers sticky with a new day’s hope. .. …
Posted in aubades
Tagged apricot sky, hope, morning songs, spring poems, sunrise, tangerine sky
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As Crazy As We’ll Ever Be
.. Can you see us? Sitting there with the whirl -wind in our hair and time to spare and the summer stretched out long and lean. We’ve howled all night at a curious moon and danced half ……………..(crazy) naked under … Continue reading
Specter Moon
(an Aubade) .. Dawn breaks us open, unspoken and changed, rearranged. We say our goodbyes, our last gull cries, our vast pulled tides and ardent waves. Sun rises; moon falls, a balance like breathing. She’s nothing but a ghost … Continue reading
Posted in aubades, dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged aubades, moon poems, moon stones, morning, Q44, Quadrille, waxing and waning
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