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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.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged midnight, moon, most mad and moonly, music, Orion, orion's belt, sky poems, we're all mad here, wild, wild as stars
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moonsquabble
:: hand to hand we stand against the goblin of her glow :: In November, we poem.
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.
Posted in moon poems, November Chapbook 2022
Tagged aubades, key of de, moon, morning, music, treble
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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.
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.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged hungry tongues, lemon lollypop, moon, November Chapbook 2022, taste and see, tea
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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
Posted in Quadrille
Tagged moon, Quadrille, sky poems, static, timbre falling, tree falling in forest, zing
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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
Posted in NaPoWriMo
Tagged crescent, epic simile, gibbous, Homeric Simile, lunacy, moon, simile, smile, wax and wane
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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
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
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
Posted in NaPoWriMo
Tagged consider the wildflowers, Earth, hush, moon, slow down, sunrise, wild, wildflowers
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