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.
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
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
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
“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
— 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.”