Jealous of Love #poetry
Be jealous of the man who grasps her heart as they become one with the sea
Beware the hands who one day will remove the veil of a woman who once seemed so frail
watch the man whose eyes of black consume her body never looking back
Be jealous of the man whose gentle lips launches love like ships
beware the love these two possess they will sail the tides and never wreck
don’t watch as he holds her hands under the moon for love’s fervent stand
Be jealous for one day this man you will be
embrace the woman she will be me
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
To Unlock My Heart #napomo #poetsunited #poetry
I heard the song of sorrow
swinging in the trees
“So very long”
time passed
you hung there
out of reach
releasing me
from this prison
doable
as
“finding the key”
to the lock
a many keyed puzzle
lifetime’s maze
“impossible”
“give up”
I shout
whispered entreaty in silence
“please try”
a tear from the past
waters the soil
a buried heart
given up on life
and hope
a hand grasps
barren, corroded key
“Wait it is here!!!”
he calls from his grave
hope turns
opens the lock
unleashes two
“me”
I weep
“you”
he smiles
lives opened together
“joined by one key”
Believe in the conduit
of the art of poetry
dear reader
for in it
a poet can be one with the words
a reader can feel himself open
at times
per chance
both reader and poet
for that singular moment
are united
thus the poem
the key of many an undoing
~L. Moon
A Day After this Night #poetry #napomo
I live under the pain of life’s night
suffering losses
the sack that I carry
some days unbearable
others just managable
I am you
I am me
I am youth
the elderly
a mother
a child
a homeless person
a veteran
Push away the curtain of suffering
beyond the clouds
the turbulance
past the rainbow
glorious
bright
where you and I will see
perfection in the day
photography L. Moon copyright 2011
all I can do Is cry #atozchallenge #death #pets
LIttle one
all I can do is criiiii
You pour out your devotion
all you can give
it’s all conveyed
in one wet lick
you dance with such love
saying “all to you I give
look in my eyes
for your love I live”
Mommy look at my heart
all I could give
for you were my world
to joy’s song I would spin
***
My daughter lost her little doggie Sadie on Monday. We have no idea what happened. She was lifeless when K got home.
I shed too many tears to count for you little Sadie
we loved you dear friend
~good night
A to Z folks please forgive me this really has nothing to do with the letter “I” except that I am heartbroken. My daughter needed this little friend to keep her afloat during a difficult time.
I dedicate this to Sadie and her sweet momma
Merciless Game #poetry #magpietales #birds
Yesterday…
She buried her head in the sand
Today…
He cowered in his nest
~Tomorrow~
They swoop down on innocence
Unhooded hawk
do not feign ignorance
you hold lifelessness in your claw
predatory gaze
at your next victim
making life
a merciless game
of your gain
Thanks to Tess of Magpie Tales for the excellent prompt and to ParkeHarrison for the photo: “Study-of-Nest” copyright 1994
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
Sensual & Spring’s Ablution #spring #poetry #art #photography
The softness of ivory petal lies
beckoning the wondering eye
linger
stay awhile
***
a whisper in his ear tonight
promises that she might
desire
his attention
****
The sweet taste -just one sip
the meeting of quivering lips
intoxication
spring’s nectar
Photo: “Calla Lily” by L. Moon copyright 2010
A re-write of the poem “Sensual” originally submitted to Jingle for her thursday-poets-rally in April of 2010
Spring’s Ablution
Soft smooth ivory contours
distracted by the heat rising
my eyes feast
first ablution welcomes spring
my fingertips long to pet each crease
my hands ache to wash curved back
Let us bathe in love’s fragrance
The sculpture ” Woman Bathing” by Peter Schipperheyn excites my artistic senses. As I pulled my Calla Lily photo from my archives, I sensed both women longing to bloom for spring.
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
Raping Spring #poetry
http://cherishwords.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/tulip.jpg
another flower was trampled just the other day
beautiful, young, bright like spring
a temptation to the taker
taunting her
brushing aginst her bloom
smelling her
but not too close
until the right time
when she would …
open her beauty for him
desire his praise
a draught so sweet
he sipped deeply
then tore the petals
threw them away
walking down the pathway
toward the next fresh tulip
Thanks to over at Cherish Words for the beautiful Tulip photograph
The End in Sight #poetry
the gold band broke in pieces
too easily
pictures of a couple
in separate frames
bottle where tears collected
shattered from overuse
dreams discarded in rumpled newsprint
don’t look back
our love was already gone
Nothing to Breathe
The edges of the box taped down
holding me in
fingertips groping at the opening
“free me”
No response
only a cold malignant smile
trapped I become claustrophobic
“where is it?”
I have lost it
None left
reason absent
no air
you have sealed my fate
with duct tape and a cold heart
Your Eyes Spoke #poetry
One look …
… and I knew
absence
nothing
love less
thought less
faith less
your eyes revealed…
… nothing years ago
I felt
pain less
wreck less
FREE
since I gouged them out
Cloud of Pain #poetry
I closed my eyes to shut out raw pain
rejection grazed my heart like a spear
coming too close and spurting the last feeling
I closed my heart a barren shield
dont ask me to ever love again
I’ve felt the cold sting of steel
the remnants of my heart are on your blade
****
I opened my eyes and I saw clarity
awaken me from this dream
give me a clear vision
opening my eyes I feel a kiss
something I had for so long missed
a longing for the warmth
the one who had waited in my dreams
Christmas in My Heart #poetry #freeverse
Seeking for your memories
oh so hard to find
what corner do I look in?
what treasures in my mind?
I’ve lost so many memories
from a far and distant time
beautiful and simple world
many things left behind
Running for a street car
bustle to and fro
“you are so like her
we just thought you should know”
Cheerful with a helping hand
this woman in my heart
you left me ohh too soon
for I’d barely had my start
Thinking back of Christmases
you’re in each and every one
bright colors and heavenly smells
I miss those years our fun
Grandma dear I’ll ner forget
the gifts you gave this child
I cradle them in my heart
I’ll always wear your smile
O Holy Night #poetry #Christmas #loss
Oh Holy Night
The Stars are brightly shining
The moonlight is catching the tears on my cheek darling
It is the Night
Of our Dear Savior’s Birth
Long lay the world
The News isn’t good dear
In Sin and error pining
it’s spread through my entire body
til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
I have three or four weeks
the thrill of hope
the weary world rejoices
for yonder breaks a new and glorious light
my love will be a distant star
Fall on your knees
I have no strength to stand
Oh hear the angels voices
I will be singing with the angels next Christmas darling
oh night divine
tonight we have each other
oh night when Christ was born
Oh Night Divine
Oh Night – Oh Holy Night
It won’t be long – hold me against the impending dawn
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
View from Deja Vu #micro fiction #poetry
How had i gotten here
To the place of my dreams
i have been here before
In my childhood it seems
***
A meaningless game
Of chairs and of song
My chair it is missing
From the play i am gone
***
i am found in a field
An ominous place
Empty chairs everywhere
Not a single Child’s face
***
i have been here before
My chair it is missing
Not a single Child’s face
there is No One who is listening
Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the weekly prompts on Magpie Tales / This one has many great words without a single sound
What Do I Wear #poetry #radio
“Is it today?”
I say pulling my air
It’s in a few hours
what do I wear?
***
Pants are too caz
velvet’s too smooth
leather’s too kinky
oh what do I do?
***
I have to look perfect
what can it be
the thing I should wear
to be perfectly me
***
I fume and I fret
I swear at the moon
It has to be something
I must decide soon
***
His eyes are twinkly
cocks a smile thats wry
“Dearest its radio
black towel would be fine”
Today I am being interviewed on radio and for some reason I am nervous. If you are curios the show airs live 5pm EST (Sat 15th of October).What I will wear who knows but I assure you I will wear a smile.
Please check out the talented Laura Mercurio’s blogsite
There Are Dayz… #poetry #trains
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dad_and_clint/145450640/
So many words
wiz through my brain
can’t track them down
writing’s a pain
***
Oh the ideas
they sure wont give up
the delights of vision
airy clouds will rein
***
Writer’s block please visit
the track of my mind
my fingers are calloused
I need to unwind
***
so with a puff
and a blow of smoke
ten ideas a second
I’m out of my mind
Ever have days, where you mind pops from first gear into fifth?
On those dayz all the creative mind can do is hang on for the ride.
Charles and Clint Robertson have provided this wonderful photo of a steam engine http://www.flickr.com/photos/dad_and_clint/145450640/
If Elephants Could Fly … #poetry
Something about you
out of the ordinary
you break the rules
throw the dice
live to win
***
What i wouldnt do
to share a day
we in the clouds
oh how nice
skyward spin
***
And if I flew
what would I see
visions of elephants
flying kites
with you making wind
i dont know about you but I believe that Tess has a great imagination – join her at Magpie Tales
