When Moon and Stars Conspire

Black night canvas a
conspiracy of moon and stars
lures me from complacency

Do Not Believe

Don’t believe it ……..
when they tell you there is
no gentle man in the moon or shining
stars are just spheres of gas.
For they are fools with hearts
that cannot see the magic
and souls that do not hear the songs.

Day Nineteen

It Takes Two to Tango

She was a walled flower with two left-over feet
No rhythm flowed or surged through her limp veins
Not beat to match her lonely heart moved her hips
But when the moon was full she shed her shoes and
tangoed alone in the lambent glow of night

Day Seven

Dancing in the Dark

My friend, the moon, is hanging about

In the dark waiting for me to come outside

and dance with him. The wind is whistling a

waltz, so I kick off my shoes gliding across the

grass, as dew drops nibble kisses on my toes.

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The Howling Moon

Clear winter night, no clouds,

perfect for watching the full moon rise.

It’s called the Wolf Moon.

I can see my breath, suspended in air, and

wonder about that name. Do you think

this cold winter moon howls for the many

who shiver tonight?

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A Curious Deception

It’s curious how the moon glides calmly

through the night sky, serenely shining down

on peace and wars alike, when all the while

it is tugging and pulling at this planet earth

silently directing time and tides and

migrating birds and you and me

How Does the Moon Stay Warm

Weekly Scribblings #57: Let Us Write (together)

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How Does the Moon Stay Warm?

Does the moon get cold hanging in the dark sky
alone
with only distant star-filled constellations for company
at night
I could bring him blankets and a pot of tea – no
I shall
find another moon to sit beside him, hug him tightly
whisper
secrets from another world, jokes that make him burst into laughter, dance, sing out
love notes

Waiting for Love

I long to see the moon again
hidden
Behind a cloud laden night sky
unseen
I wait by an open window with
my heart
Willing the cloud to roll away to watch as it
unfolds
Freeing the moonbeams to kiss my face
slowly

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“This week, a Poetic Asides member shared a poetic form she created. While I don’t usually share nonce forms, I’ve tried this one myself, and I think it’s a lot of fun. So without further ado, I’m introducing Candace Kubinec’s form, the Waltmarie (which is itself a nod to PA members and Poetic Bloomings hosts, Marie Elena Good and Walter J. Wojtanik).” From Poetic Asides 2/12/21

Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.

A Place to Shine

dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides

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A Place to Shine

Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”

A Place to Shine

dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides

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A Place to Shine