“The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.” – Shannon L. Alder
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Tag: moon
Lunar Grief (a haiku)
Alone lunar grief
A white, alive frost crying
In the winter room
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Her Hand on the Winter Moon (a poem)
Hibernating weird cold winter smells
Laid her hand on the winter moon
Everyone she sealed behind the curtain
And the ghastly stifled screaming
Drained her lovely face, delightful dismay
She gazed on the old moon as her fate
And slipped into dreaming states
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Blood Moon Melting Sky (a tanka)
Blood moon melting sky
Gray death cloud choking nightfall
Lonely city stranger
Please, come save me from myself
I am running out of time
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Violet Sky (a poem)
Yellow moon, violet sky
Over the feminine ocean
Wrap me in your arms
Soak me with your love
And never, please, never
Ever let me go
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Moon Kisses (a tanka)
Liquid moon kisses
Soft and sweet, bitter defeat
The goddess retreats
She takes what she wants from me
Then leaves me begging for more
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Stardust On the Moon (a poem)
Why do you question my love?
What more do I need to show?
When I told you that I loved you
The only thing it could do was grow
We’ve settled into a rhythm
Things have gotten a bit stale
But that doesn’t mean my love is gone
Or that it has become brittle or frail
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New World (Part 5) – A Poetry Journal
2-13-22 – 10:03 a.m.
The crucifix over my desk reminds me that I’m a small part of a larger whole among the billions of people on earth. I don’t go to church. Nor do I even know if I believe in Jesus. But my Catholic roots have stayed with me. No matter how terrible the Church has been, the traditions still speak to me.
My dreams speak to me, too. The moon was bright in the sky last night. I’m not sure what phase it was in, but it was partially concealed. I’ve read before about how the moon is so powerful it can affect our moods. This makes sense since it often affects the tides in the sea. When she is in Texas this week, we’ll both look up and see the same glowing orb. It will bring me comfort.
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Daily Quote: The Lonesome Moon
“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.” – Carl Sandburg
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Winter Descends (a haiku)
Winter descends here
A cold, frosted sky beckons
Pale moon looks helpless
