Tag Archives: moon stones
… She’s all fire and ice cream cone luscious, rosemary and peppermint wings swinging toward a lollipop sun. We’ve only just begun; she and me, we’re gonna chalk our way someday to clouds and the significant (s)way of roadtrip tunes … Continue reading
.. Watching the moon slice open the sky, she is still shadow -boxing her own smile. .. twiglet #53.
.. this poem steals her sheen from moon. she waxes, wanes and leaves too soon. .. Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 26.
… Struck, we recruit that most madly moon ….(magnetic in her cloudy sway) to deem us worthy of our carbon, our base, our centers, our side -real longings. She’s a powdered compact, a mask we choose to pull from … Continue reading
tonight she’s all cinnamon-simmer, a saffron-shimmer in a cardamom sky. melt her center, spent. bent towards some semblance of jazz -mine grace, her face a swollen slice of stolen nutmeg pie. sprinkle her in crater -cradled stars. sp(l)ice her soul … Continue reading
.. she’s a sweet old golden grandmother in an embroidered jacket, all pale blond pigtails and plush mouth plumped for kisses. teacher of all things celestial and falling. she’s the penny you saved, the drop of water earned. the thumbprint … Continue reading
.. the moon’s a jellyfish, tentacled in stars , a po(e)t of ice jam, waiting to be spooned. twiglets #41.