The Living Well #napomo
I bubble and sing
never stopped up
stench cannot foul
a living thing
reach your hand
touch be refreshed
by pure
clear water
I foment and fuss
out of love
for I watch
and fear your loss
you are the reason
there is a well
drink
and be filled
I bubble and sing
I am the living spring
come to me
be refreshed
As a chilren’s writer I am etched with simplicity. That does not mean my mind does not whirl around complexity. Early on as a story teller, I realized that the children needed to be able to see my words. Simple though the words may be, I hope that you are able to see the and grasp the well.
Photograph: “Water’s Prism” L. Moon copyright 2011
Is a Blot enough? #poetry #photography
Long awaited drop
falls from the limb
I watch
all I want to do is cry
***
weak arms
cannot stretch
the distance
that one drop can fall
***
frantic appeal
into darkness’ night
impotent to aid
the one I love
***
“why” I beg
when others needed aid
I was there
but not for her
***
Place a shield
around her now
dawn will come
filled with light’s warmth
***
give her strength
draw away the pain
feed her need
blot out her …
An excellent shot Photography: “The World in A Drop” by Damien Franco
Final Stroke #atoz #art #shortstory
The final brush stroke…
she held her breath knowing what had seemed like a lifetime of creating would be culminated at this final pass of color. For a moment she heard a child laughing with glee as she pranced around the studio with her first paint brush from her grand pere. “I was so full of life, exuberance, potential then. I knew I would be a talented artist with many commissioning my work. I was too much the dreamer.”
A brush fell…
“What if this final mark on my years as an artist is a flop?” She turned as if speaking to stacks of blank and partly finished canvasses.
“You must” she spoke assuring the canvas that they must move forward.
What the art enthusiasts did not know is that she felt each painting would be her last. The beginning stages of applying gesso and sketching out her subject was like birth for her soul; the final touches But it was not the brush she had been using. Taking a lasting stroke with what she believed was a subtle cream ;she left a mark on her painting that would be talked about by historians and students for generations.
“The stroke of red made this a masterpiece”
“She knew the stroke of red would be like a crescendo in the art world.”
“It symbolized her heart failing her.”
“It was a dagger…”
They found her in a pool of red. In her glorious world of finished and unfinished creations.
Her final work had indeed been the most influential piece of her career.
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Some day I will finish my life work which is a biographical fiction about my mother’s life. An artist who has made everything she touches a masterpiece. In her youth, she painted and made history.
This piece ” Final Stroke” is my creation for the letter “S ” in the month long A to Z writing challenge,
Dreamer #atoz #flashfiction
Ever been in one of those dream loops that you can’t seem to get out of? This dream was a doozey. I mean epic…
I could hear voices all around me but I couldnt open my eyes and scream “this is a dream people go home!!!!”
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“ Where did she come?” a little girl quietly asked her mommy.
“Shhh little one no one knows; it’s a mystery.”
“They say she’s a princess” a man said reverantly.
“Look at that tiara. Do you think it is real?”
She is from another land a man said who commanded authority. She was to be the queen of her world Raphalia. I must discover what can be done.
There was a hush
I wanted to snicker. “Come on guys this is my imagination speaking.”
A note mysteriously appeared in my hands.
“Princess Alyssa the clock is ticking. You have one year to live after the poison has entered your body. You will remain in a dream state until the cure is administered. Use your powers to seek aid.”
~Your servant until death
“Ok dream it is time to let me awaken” I said unsuccessfully.
This short story is written for the A to Z April writing challenge for the letter “D.” This story will be continued each Wednesday until the end of April.
I recently started following talented artist Arna Baartz. This watercolor “Water Girl” seems to speak of a watery, dreamlike state. You can see more of Arna’s work here. Thank you Arna for the opportunity to show off your work.
Believe #atozchallenge #poetry #photography
This month I am joining with a host of talent who are participating in the A to Z challenge. What a treat when you bring artisans together. I Believe in the beauty of all the arts.
Hear birds soft trill
believe in nature’s call
Watch the eagle’s elegant flight
believe in the wind
Touch the soft velvet petal
believe in new awakenings
Open your eyes to the dawn
believe in the Sun
Smile at birth’s first cry
believe in life’s wonder
Tingle at a finger tip touch
believe in new beginnings
Laugh at childhood’s silliness
believe in mirth
Kiss passion’s lips
believe in love’s warmth
Dance under the moon
believe in life’s seasons
Laugh til you drop
believe in friendship
Hold another’s tear
believe life has its reasons…
To Live
This photograph was taken in my backyard. I believe even moss can be beautiful. Taken with my iphone copyright L. Moon 2011
Dawn’s Love #poetry #spring #photography
Skin reflects the dawn’s dew
as the sun shyly crests
the roundness of our hills
eyes their softness caress
await the hues and colors
of a brand new day
nature fills her chorus
each instrument tuned to play
lowing in the fields
twittering near our ears
wrap me in dawn’s splendor
it’s chilly cradle me near
Photography: Sierra Foothills at Dawn (taken by my iphone) 2011 copyright L. Moon
“Captive” – Close Caption Contest (1 of 5) #photography #poetry #art
Captive of the sun’s deflection
The Caption challenge: write a five word caption to the excellent photography used to prompt the artist
Dawn in your eyes #poetry
Perfect azure warms my face
I crest the hill wanting to see dawn
Accents of wispy black silhouettes
Remind me of your eyes
sleepy as of yet
bringing my thoughts home to you
Poetry and photography copyright 2012 L. Moon
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…
