There’s a chai sky
brewing, stewing in its
own bright stir. She whirls,
against a sugar cube
moon and raises
to tell her deepest stories,
to spell herself in shards,
to allow these aching leaves
some more steep
Mish has an awesome word for us for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse. Come play!
She begins the day with a cup, a word,
a dream stirred; breathes her self
written for ink in thirds.
She sheds her sky
to begin, and reassembles herself
She gives the moon a shattered star
with lips of wax
Prompted by Lil’s Poetics over at dVerse, and todays twiglet.
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, twiglets
Tagged Andromeda, constellations, crazy for the moon, falling stars, kissing the moon, moon, moon swoons, star gazing, stars
We find ourselves at winter’s center,
speaking in snowflakes
to a frozen-faced moon.
Photo and prompt from over at inking in thirds.
I am still waiting for the moon
to find her own light. I mean,
she can’t just lie there like a
mirror forever, can she? Can I
please hold something in my
hands that might not wane?
If I rip myself open, hold these
inky veins out to an indifferent
sky, will I understand the stars?
This is me, unpeeled. Revealed
in scattered lines. A revolution
of sighs and silence. A slightly
broken smile. A quiet chance.
Fingers frozen by wings of doubt
and drought. Also, this: I should
never have asked you to dance.
Anmol over at dVerse posted an incredibly well researched prompt that I have been trying to get back to since Tuesday. Check it out.
much more than what’s
on her back, gettin’ back
on track sometime next
A song in her heart and
an upturned, grateful face;
anticipation of sunrise,
and other graffiti’d grace.
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
morning. i am still
listening to the moon.
when we cannot find the day’s center,
we change the sheets,
create a ballooned fort of warmth
and clothes-pinned sun.
nothing else is solvable
or solvent, perhaps.
but we marvel in percale perfection,
crisp beige corners.
A second offering for this week’s Quadrille. Also shared over at twiglets. What’s a twiglet? Come and see!