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
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.
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.”
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.”
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism
Star Envy
I think the moon has a
mag(ic)net that it
throws across the
inky sky. I find myself
drawn outside, looking up,
hoping for a glimpse of
glow, sliver of shine
from this untouchable
lodestone. I envy the stars that
bask In its magnetic nimbus.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Almost a Triolet
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I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
exiled is sun’s gypsy light
I like the hush of twilight
When day becomes contrite
And moon’s glow overspills
I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
Burning Inspiration–dVerse Quadrille # – Victoria has us turning up the heat in the Pub with this prompt
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Moon Burn
I love the gentleness of the moon
Softly glowing without intensity
We can gaze at each other
Without protection
No need for moon glasses
Or moon screen
Moonbeams drift
Harmlessly down to kiss my
Up-turned face and there
Is no danger of getting burned
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 9
Write a “(blank) if (blank)” poem
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art gallery
the moon doesn’t mind if the stars shine too
it happily shares the sky
with comet tails and
milky way
with asteroids and
space junk
with psychedelic northern lights
together they create
a midnight masterpiece
waiting for discovery –
if we look up
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