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Tag Archives: moon poems
Miss Guiding Light
That fat full wily wench is a liar, you know. She steals (light) our hearts And makes us feel infinite. Plot twist: We’re not. ::In November, we poem.
nothings
this poem is made of maple syrup sky and black forest on rye and the whispered why of granulated grace. of empty space. of quiet lines that trail true north, wax forth and waneonly by a frosted slice of moon. too soon, she’ll murmur something in … Continue reading
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged Braille, moon poems, November 2022, starspeak, this poem poems, wax and wane
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last call for a wayward moon
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start…– The Sound of Music Closing time, every new beginningcomes from some other beginning’s end.– Semisonic :: she orders a whiskey, neat(there’s enough that’s on the rocks)and floats alone … Continue reading
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged last call, moon poems, moon stones, night sky, November Chapbook 2022, Orion, stars, too much is broken
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lone peaceful sphere loosed in that inky black sky
booooo. the world’s gone down-ward spiral again, all clunk and funk and junk-mail treason. loss of reason,rhyme. time. but hush now, come with me. look up,the sky’s gone quiet. we’ll ask the moon to scare you upa spot of tea. :: It’s … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged boo, moon poems, Q 44, Quadrille, Quadrille Monday
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night shift
the stars are clocking inagain, twinkled noses setto grindstones. wishingmoments. filing awaythe hours. bathed in shine,we praise the darknessfull of shadowedsecretsand other unquietmatters of the heart. that swollen misfit moon,a work of art. ::I’m late to the party for this … Continue reading
the way the moon slanted her smile at me last time
, and we’re out there standing on the beach and my toes know sand is fairy dust, and I trust my heart to this evening breeze and she’s teasing me with this closed paren -thesis of gold and so i’ve gone and told the earth … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems, poetic asides poems
Tagged moon poems, moon smile, murmur'd shine, parenthesis
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With Ardent Affection for an Indifferent Moon
They say we’re out of ways to woo you. But I, heart tied to sky,shall try to fool you into loving me back. See, the clacking of all this black is really just a churning starless seabrought to you on bended knee. Are you the … Continue reading
aubade to broken
the day cracks open with a scarlet smile to hide its mourning. that first bird caw is the empty gnaw of displaced dark. we wanted more. we wanted all. we wanted whole moon-light, not that evil Cheshire cat smile broken fingernail crescent scar now fading. ::In April, we poem.
fables
the lion and the owl and the hound and the fox and the grasshopper and the ants and the tortoise and the hare and the many many mice and the golden-egged goose have all gonehome , and all that’s left is that stone -soup moon. and I, (alone)am still not … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022
Tagged April PAD 2022, fables, golden egg, moon poems, moon stones, stone soup
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This is that
poem , the one your brain wanted to write at 1amthe one that came to you in the rainthe one that ran down the shower drain. it’s the one that got awaythe one that wouldn’t stay the one that ran astray. … Continue reading