Tag Archives: moon

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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Second Draft [repost]

sunset moon tree

The moon is golden full;
My heart is empty null.
All that wasted space–
Unrecycled.
Yet I know I did the right thing;
The moon man nods so slightly.
He saw it all unravel:
He watched lust turn to gravel.
The stars wink in agreement.
Planets are unanimous–
There is no one left to ask.
God said I should leave him;
Satan handed me a cleaver.
The angels fluttered nervous–
No worries it was mercy,
No blood no wounds
To horrify the moon.
Stay golden–
I revel in your fullness.
I grab a slice of light
And I am ready for the rewrite.

~*~

Image from Pexels.
Free verse poetry from Depth Perception.

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I Dreamt I Was the Moon [repost]

Pegasus moon

I dreamt I was the moon, distant and translucent, and you were my divine horse, my Pegasus.

You sailed over the pink pearl seas, steady as a heartbeat. Lavender dawn unfolded as you flew on, silken wings playing the rhythm of our love song.

You never left me crying in the mortal night, not when I was the moon, surrounded by eternal skies and tended to by stars. You forgot to bring lightning to the gods; that’s how enraptured you were.

Your devotion drifted through me like a cloud, its angelic mist the softest shroud, no use to me now.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.

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Peculiar Moon [repost]

Peculiar Moon

I can’t say what possessed me
To wander that wild windy night;
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

Fog rolled in green as the sea,
As I was drawn to unearthly light.
I can’t say what possessed me.

Shadows danced ’round a bent tree,
And I was magnetized by the sight;
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

Then I joined them impulsively,
Cavorting while the stars shone bright;
I can’t say what possessed me.

We made merry naked and free;
My soul soared high as a kite.
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

At dawn I returned from the frenzy,
Emotions once again locked tight.
I can’t say what possessed me;
The moon glowed most peculiarly.

~*~

Poetry form: villanelle.
Image from Pixabay.

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