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Tag Archives: morning
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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in the in between
when both the sun and moon grace the same gold sky,i too am both erased and a bold new light rising. :: In November, we poem. Today is day 4.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged blank poems, blank titles, moon poems, moonstones, morning, new light, sunrise, tiny poems
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aubade with a broken smile
morning breaks us open, and we ponder dragon-breath clouds and all that crimson fire. we’ve already held these miles between our teeth and found them too salty, too muddled-much for day’s embrace. the sky’s a quiet place to trace our last good -byes. ::Linda’s got a great word … Continue reading
Posted in aubades, dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged aubades, here there be dragons, morning, pondering clouds, Q44, Quadrille, sky songs
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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.
wayward faeries
… they breathe in birdsong, the gentle longing for pocket-petal whisper fall on delicate ears. they laugh in flowers, the quiet hours of morning when the sun smiles a golden hiccup-up-up into the sky. .. twiglet #24.
Posted in twiglets
Tagged faeries, hiccups, laughing in flowers, morning, sunrise, twiglets
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morning night light
(an aubade tanka) .. one last stolen kiss. watch that fading sky; oh, see? silver filament looped to invisible strings, moon rewires herself to sea. .. prompted by poetic asides.
Posted in aubades, moon poems, poetic asides poems
Tagged aubades, filament, invisible strings, moon, morning, reconnection, sea, stolen kisses, tanka
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After
.. That sassy sun smiles again, and one stray vapor of pink -smoke hope curls around her heart. .. prompted by twiglets.
Posted in twiglets
Tagged curl, hope, morning, rising sun, smoke, smoke signals, sunrise, twiglets
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Ms. Moon Waning
.. She’s straining her golden eye to see the last good in this night, the last gold in this fight, the last gild for her flight. She’s danced all night across this star-stung scrim, whirled at her whim to ebony’s … Continue reading
Specter Moon
(an Aubade) .. Dawn breaks us open, unspoken and changed, rearranged. We say our goodbyes, our last gull cries, our vast pulled tides and ardent waves. Sun rises; moon falls, a balance like breathing. She’s nothing but a ghost … Continue reading
Posted in aubades, dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged aubades, moon poems, moon stones, morning, Q44, Quadrille, waxing and waning
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dawns the day, and so we lace our shoes
run one. just one. and when you’re done, may ………..-be run another one. perhaps a half. another step. another breath. another sidewalk slap-hum, another strum of heart, another start another way of leaving, believing, grieving, receiving sunrise hope ………by …{quail} … Continue reading →