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
d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #41 – spice
Mish is ‘spicing’ things up at the pub today
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Night
the dark and empty night would
have no shine without the
moon to light the way
the sky would be a flat
slate overhead without the
clouds to add softness
there would be no spice
if the stars did
not wink down on us
d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB–The Minute Poem
Frank has us trying out a minute poem and it’s going to take much longer than a minute to accomplish this challenge.
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TROUBLES
I was having trouble sleeping
Moon came peeping
Caught me crying
Left me sighing
I was having trouble waking
Sun came shaking
On my shoulder
Left me bolder
I was having trouble seeing
Love was fleeing
You came giving
Life worth living
Day 29 – Poetic Asides PAD – meter
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-nine – word from a favorite poem
I used the word meteor from a poem, Landscape With Desire by Julia Kasdorf
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Skywriting
The moon was (sky)writing love
Poems in the night with a
Glittery pen
Meteors streaking across
The sky trailing
Messages of hope and peace
d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #31 – still
Moonstruck
every morning finds you sneaking out
peeking around a star as morning comes
tapping, flapping its arms in (de)light
you leave me moping, hoping to see you
when the sun sets its head upon a cloud
closes its shiny eyes – but
I love you still
