Tag Archives: moon

Moonwatch [repost]

tree moon sunset

Sanctimonious moon—
Why so judgmental?
I know where you’ve been;
I know who you’ve seen.
Leave me to the poverty
Of stars, already dead,
Burned out like my heart.
Slide under the lace
Canopy of clouds,
Safe swath of lingerie.
Don’t frown your face
At me tonight—
I’m in no mood for a scolding
By an obtuse hunk of rock
Who didn’t have the sense
To stay married to the earth.
Oh ho! Didn’t think I knew
About that, did you?
Go now, leave me
To my nightmare,
My galloping dream of doom,
Urging me past the milestones
Along the racetrack to ruin.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.

Poetry form: free verse.

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Syzygy [repost]

Universe space

It might be a thousand years
Before the stars
Line up again like this;
One last incandescent kiss
As the light diminishes
And five million miles of dark
Ribbon out
In a long slow
Deathless march.

Eons pass;
A glacier cracks;
Again the moon
Hangs low and blue.
Did she count the waves
While I waited for you?
The tide pulls us into alignment:
Two frozen souls
Circling
Space and time.

I’ve lain with a hundred men
And felt nothing;
Yet your gaze burns my skin
From across an ocean.
Tectonic plates shake
When we touch
At last—
Mountains collapse;
The earth splits in half.

We retreat,
Our cosmology incomplete;
Resigned to the separation,
The endless analysis and division,
The rebalance and reposition,
Until equilibrium settles over the seas.
We drift once again
To opposite ends
Of this lonely galaxy.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.
Image source unknown.

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The Moon Is My Nemesis

sunset moon tree

That silvery, shining orb
Begging to rendezvous
Only highlights the tears
I cry over you.
All of these smashed dreams
Need to die in the darkness.
Let tonight be a black slate;
The moon is my nemesis.

~*~

Image from Pexels.
Poetry form: double quatrain.

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Sequence [repost]

Universe stars space

Night sashays in late,
Flings a handful of stars on the table;
Don’t ask him where he’s been.

Daylight shines longingly on
As I watch the waves crest and crash;
Night sashays in late.

He thinks I should be satisfied
With a sliver of silvery moon—
Flings a handful of stars on the table.

A few hours of elemental bliss
Spiral out to the endless sea;
Don’t ask him where he’s been.

~*~

Inspired by Jim.

Poetry form: cascade.
Image source unknown.

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Moonglow

misty mountain lake

This is the place, the old ones say,
Where moonglow bathes the lake,
And an unearthly shimmer shines
Beyond the towering pines.
They say a spaceship landed here,
In a dark, despairing year,
Right where the coral poppies bloom–
Bereft of sun, they thrive in gloom.
Bury your treasure, gems and gold,
And it will be increased sevenfold.

I think it’s worth a try, don’t you?
Meet you there at half past two.

~*~

Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
Image by Saonetop from Pixabay.
Poetry form: couplet quatrains.

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Magic

Magic sparkle flowers

Treasure beckons in a gorgeous dream,
Sparkling under an azure sky;
The moon is lit with magic.
Violet blossoms weep
With joy at my news:
A love story
Starring me
And you.
Buzz…
Ding…
Morning
Alarm rings,
Breaking the spell
Of wishful thinking.
Back to the rain and gray
Reality I travel.
But on this ordinary train,
A man with violet eyes says hi.

~*~

Image from Lovethispic.
Poetry form: nonet/reverse nonet.

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4AM [repost]

dandelion fluff in wind

I watch from my window
While your tail lights vanish in the rain.
The streets smearstain
Into a red and green fingerpainting,
Flickering with the traffic signals,
As fickle as your interest in me.
Blurred and tearstreaked,
The wet masterpiece
Stays illuminated
By a cold lemondrop moon.

I know I’ll never see you again.

All the frothy promises
And cottoncandy plans
Dissolve in the morning mist.
My lips still hum from your kiss,
But I feel your vague disappointment,
Your perpetual darkness
Guarded by barbedwire.

I wander outside to feed the ferals—
Two slinky shadows, silhouettes cut from coal;
Crunchy nuggets clink into the cats’ dish.
How I wish I could make a wish,
But there are no do-overs here.
I always fail with a complicated man;
I don’t respond well to the tortured genius soul
Who needs the perfect femme fatale,
A Marilyn to his Al.

I fail with the uncomplicated too.

You told me I was nothing like her,
The ex who depressed you—
I thought that was a good thing;
But now I imagine you search
For her likeness,
In hopes of recreating some sick
Woody Allen type lobster scene,
To find catharsis
And absolution.
And though I sneer and snark,
I want to play a part
In this execution.

I gaze up at that judgy stone face,
Unflinchingly—
In my disordered state:
Jammie pants, damp coat,
Tangled mass of bedhead.
“Is it something I said?”
Yes.
I ponder this relationship chess;
I might just be on the precipice
Of finally understanding
Something,
Anything,
A small piece of this
Jagged, glassy, bloody puzzle.

“Is it something I didn’t say?”
Also yes.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.
Image from Pexels.

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Blackbird Moon [repost]

Blackbird moon

They say it comes every seventh June in the shadows of the blackbird moon.

But I was lucky to escape the family curse and you will see no madness from me on these fateful dates.

So I don’t know what happened, officer, but he was dead when I got here.

~*~

Written for Three Line Tales 249.
Image from Lavkush Gupta via Unsplash.

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A Territorial Story [repost]

Pegasus moon

I wanted to be your moon,
Distant and removed,
But necessary
As gravity;
You were my only focus.

While you tilted elsewhere,
I evolved to revolve,
Resolved to be resolute,
Orbiting in tribute.
But I was too creepy
In my silent devotion—
Round and round,
Full, half, harvest, dark,
Managing your oceans.

I learned to parallel park
By necessity
In the crowded airless
Density
Of nothingness.
I confess,
I was served
The restraining order
Yesterday.

Sometimes moons get distracted
By stars.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.
Poetry form: free verse.

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Tonight I Look Up [repost]

Trees moon stars

I painted my dreams–
They reached to the moon,
Yearning and stretching
In violet and blue.

They got caught on the trees,
Shredded and torn,
Scattered like mist,
All gone by the morn.

Tonight I look up
Through pitiless dark
And find my old dreams
Glittered with stars.

~*~

Poetry form: rhyming quatrains.
Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
Image from Lovethispic.

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