Awake in My Dream #poetry
Closing her eyes
escape from the past
looking to a dream
to take her away
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To castles and clouds
fields and seas
she ran to the mountains
all in one day
Rarely do I write directly about myself or the people in my life. Many of you have been part of my life for several years and in one regard have given me cause to persevere. Several years ago writing became my lifeline. My health was failing; I was literally drowning in a destructive marriage and there seemed no end.
With the help of friends and family members, I finally got the courage to flee from my marriage. It is sad when dark things come to the light. How could I have been blind to it? Not only do I see the light more clearly but also the black and the grays.
Thanks to each of you – your encouragement has meant more than you will ever know.
Photography and poetry copyrighted work of L. Moon 2012
Ebbing Tide #flashfiction
You once sat with me on a piece of flotsam
Telling me stories about the ship that had sunk in the stormy sea
“All were lost”
you said with a tear on your cheek
I never knew you never told me
All had not been lost
A small boy and his scruffy dog had floated into the bay
A fisherman and his wife found the two survivors and raised them as their own
One day you went out to sea looking for something you had lost
You never told me what you were seeking
“All were lost”
I carved into broken wood
A piece of flotsam where we will never sit again
“Please take me out to sea faithful tide
where I can be joined with the one
I have lost…”
Photograph~ “Winter Tide” L. Moon copyright 2012
Edge of Winter #poetry #photography #iphone
She was the last of her kind
bravely she poked her head through stormy mists
victorious she smiled
“I am free,” she exclaimed with glee!
A solitary ray of sunshine touched her velvety skin
He was looking for a place to light
For one suspended moment she danced in his flickering glow
His fingertips radiated with color
Life seemed to appear
“Oh warmth I long for your embrace”
Too soon he was gone
A tear fell down her ivory visage
“What will sustain me until spring?” she moaned
no one to hold
not a soul to care
her head went limp
knowing that she too would soon
wither
and
die
Photography “Edge of Winter” & “Dying Rose” Copyright L. Moon 2011
Harvests End #poetry #fall
Harvest Photography Series – copyright L. Moon
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Sequence of Dawn #photography #iphone
Dawn: you break open my world, give me warmth for a new day
give me a path to place my feet and shine a light in an otherwise
dark existence…
