Tag Archives: moon

and the sky played on 

she never knew the moon was made of music, orion belting out the blues.  and then she flew, mad as midnight, wild as stars. ::In November, we poem.

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moonsquabble

:: hand to hand we stand against the goblin of her glow :: In November, we poem.

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aubade (in the key of d)

(minor) morning breaks her open, flames too soon. she’s  already mourningdarkness, stars and a sinking treble-trembled moon. 

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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.

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Taste and See 

The day’s spilled overlike a tipped cup of honied tea, and we’ve run out of words. Of time.  The moon: a lemon lollyor a wintergreen lozenge we long to melt on hungry tongues.  :: In November, we poem.

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is there anybody out there? 

when the tree falls                  (in the forest) for the sky do you and i hear it, across all these miles?  i know notof timbre falling ,but the stars are full of static electricity and the moon is all crescent cling and zing.  ::I’ve been gleefully out of … Continue reading

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Epic S(i)mile 

Yours is as that crescent moon broken open for a star-freckled waiting sky. Like a golden river flowing through the black of night,the sacred borrowed light of sun. You’ve spun-sugar waxed me giddy-gibbous into risen glee. You grin, and I’m robed in lunacy.  ::Day 26 … Continue reading

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Happily, Ever 

They are still unshod, by god-mother. (These wayward Wildling rebel-rogue princesses.)  Barefoot loose and fancy only in their own daisy-chained glee. Nobody’s  waiting to be saved. No-body’s even shaved in weeks and weeks. It’s  all grown wild, like weedsand flowers, ivy. Stars. Some days, they … Continue reading

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for the love of this poem 

, i shall give her a stanza skirt of royal scarlet and turquoise, a pearly glint of autumn moon.  she’ll swoon when i show herthis gentle noise of stream, the golden sunsets seams  i’ve sewn into her hem. the trem-bled sway of breeze. these … Continue reading

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Divine Directives 

Hush.  See? Earth’s not in a rush and we should not be either. She’s quiet -ly turning, not yearning for speed. She’s all tiny flit and flutter, tide  and teaspooned time. Take a breathand hold it like a swallowed moon.  Swoon for … Continue reading

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