Reckless #poetry #red
The top was down
hair in the breeze
tunes were on
hitting 120 with eaze
***
He swerved – she braked
he was running late
or meeting that night
ending in red lights
***
He jumped in her Stang
in speed drove far
chemistry sparks rang
casting love beyond the stars
One Day Away #poetry #suicide
One day soon
I will walk away
where you ask
neither matters
nor the day
*
i have found
too hard to bear
this shallow orb
few listen
fewer care
*
beseeching
hand stretches for me
look at the colors
feel the wind
light flicker in the trees
*
yes i’ve seen beauty
and more
heard all nature
crescendoed sound
beckoning at the shore
*
it’s not the world
I care to leave
it’s the broken heart
fragile tears
love bereaved
*
do not miss me
when i’m gone
walk the beaches
touch her beauty
in her be strong
I shared this poem over at the Poetry Pantry hosted by Poets United
Photography ‘Solemn Walk” L. Moon copyright 2011
The eyes of the Wolf
Peering in deep golden eyes
something there behind the glow
What’s he thinking
does he know?
Feeling heat rise from his fur
resonating deadly grrr
seething from deep within
will I lose this fight or win?
Crouching low as if to spring
steady now keep your head
lest he realize my fear
In his eyes am I dead???
Written for a writing prompt at With Real Toads
thanks to Steve Loya for the photo and Creative Commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/flyingturtle/465785165/
Behind the Bumper #poetry
It was a perfect no bumps
breeze blowing hair
California reality
**
kick off shoes
dip them in the stream of life
childish glee
***
bump
blow out in my rubber existence
stop can you help?
****
on bent knees
before the chrome bent image
I am behind you!
****
bump bump
as my limbs rattle
against the gravel of despair
*****
breathing hatred’s exhaust
leave me
on the side of the road
***
**
*
bump bump bump…
Photographic Images: Selection from “Oldies but Goodies Studebaker Series” L. Moon Copyright 2011
All Is No More #poetry
Kiss the wall
embrace the sands of the past
appeal to life’s eclipse
… no answer
mourn the day
curse the night
life ebbs
… no where to search
weep by candle light
inhale sea’s deep
hope for what is not
…last breath
Photography “The Sands of Time” ~L. Moon Copyright 2011
A Nightmare #911 #poem
Awakened in the mourn
Memory from Hell
Remembered too well
How could it be?
surrreal they fly
Flames from planes
Screams in the smoke
Extinguished too soon
Shake the dead
Ghosts of years
Resigned to memorials
Personal tears
Where our fears
This fateful day
Place them on hope
Chase sorrows away
An excellent series of photos chronicling 911 events http://www.september11news.com/AttackImages.htm
Steam #poetry
Rising in a greying mist
heat abruptly takes a stand
meaningless on most accounts
this radiates from a hand
**
For when you put a heart to test
you see the furnace flair
what did you expect to find
when with love you dared?
***
Make a choice it seems to hiss
for better or for naught
you should have listened well my friend
when love’s lessons you were taught
****
It’s not a throw of dice you see
a case of flesh and bone
what will the answer be
cast away love like a stone?
Thanks for the steam gauge photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wwarby/3016567069/
Thanks to Katie for the perfect splash http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikeyskatie/5826818705/
The shipwrecked lady #microfiction”
“Come to me
I am lonely”
she cried into a dark stormy night
“come to me
for I am lonely”
He hears in her voice a trembling fright
“I am coming
dearest lady fear not I will come”
“Come to me
I am lonely
they will hurt me
as I sleep”
“wait for me
close not thine eyes
vigilance please keep”
“Do not come to me
for it is too late
I am ravaged
broken
torn”
“I am coming
oh my lady
of loving devotion
never be forlorn”
A poetic response to the prompt Shipwrecked at Sunday Scribblings
The Turkish Chef #poetry #cuisine
That sexy smile
pulling me
willingly toward
secrets keys
to his past
*
Those deep onyx eyes
searching
for beauty
on distant shores
*
perfect hands
sifting
glass like
pieces of sand
silently
*
Word weaver
luring my senses
toward ancient
conquests
harems and moonlit nights
*
Turkish connoisseur
conjuring perfection
Flavors between our lips
Spice filled delights
Savoring each bite
wish you could have met this handsome man – a Turk whose art form is fulfilled in the kitchen. Stories woven as we tasted and sipped…
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Don’t cry for me #poetry
Tears are a waste of time
Julia was my cousin
Death is part of my day
Never saw it coming
Revenge is how we deal
Don’t mess with me
I’m angry all the time
I’m not afraid to bleed
Beat it down
look em tough in the eye />
Never let them know
You fear tomorrow you may die
The Door to My Heart #poetry
“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart.
Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”– Carl Jung
Peer in that crack
slightly ajar
opened for you
the door to my heart
***
what would you see
peering deep inside?
layered insecurity
years I’ve tried to hide
***
venture ever further
finds an inner glow
beckoning your kindness
please don’t ever go
***
If you truly entered
the chambers of my heart
I would give love freely
passion painted art
*****
Please check out this wonderful poetry feast for Friday – hosted by Jenne Andrews
an excellent photograph http://www.flickr.com/photos/dynamosquito/4290635507/
Shards of Love #poetry
Shattered pieces of us
unmendable puzzle
love’s memories are left
none remain to hold us
what is left my love?
pieces?
memories?
a calderon of desire on one shore
unspoken words on another
separated by more than space and time
our hearts will never be repaired
shards of love ripped through you and I……………………..
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Photography Copyright 2011 “Pieces” L. Moon
Me and You #poem
My everything
in absence
beyond sensual
abhorrent wasteland
my completion
unfinished
my freshness
dried up
fragrant sweetness
pungently bitter
lit up
black hole
me and you
all & nothing
Hand in Glove
Your glove
serving
purpose
warmth
protection
My hand
giving
working
tasks
function
The hand in the glove
each
caught
by
the other
The glove
where the hand
fits
perfectly
comfortably
The hand
fitted with the glove
sharing warmth
filling
it with love
Together – they are one!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/technowannabe/484738643/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/goodncrazy/5415447242/lightbox/
Love: Just an Illusion? #oneshotwednesday
Words she wrote reached into his heart
He heard them somehow
Unspoken words her art
Or… just an illusion?
***
She thinks he must be a dream
How will she know?
“what does it mean?”
Is he … just an illusion?
***
silent pleas go into the night
He feels her words
This seems so right
It might be … just an illusion
***
Love flows rapidly like spring’s stream
washing over them
it trickles so clean
Defying the illusion
***
whispers into the misty night air
He catches her look
hearts locked in a stare
Their love is no illusion…
Giovanni Blank: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lostcontrol/5205986638
The Fatherless Child #Father’s Day
Some of us
never had a dad
to play with us
hold our hearts when we were sad
**
we felt the absence
every night
no one tucked us in
sweet whispers ’”Love you … sleep tight”
**
there were the men
who took the place
showed us things
put a smile on our face
**
the man who loved me
as his own
never was told
never was shown
**
shared his love
with a fatherless child
he gave himself
walked the extra mile
Thanks to the men who step in and love children not their own – just because.
My “Dad” happened to be my best friend’s father. He welcomed me as his third daughter
Happy Father’s Day – Dad (Kenneth Lincoln)
Photo Attribution Sharon Pruitt : http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinkstockphotos/5263483743/lightbox/
When YOU’rE Strange … #poem
She opened the door
to the inside of his mind
unable to shut it
for a better look, inside she climbed
*
Strange shapes, sounds, and colors
whirling in a midnight blue
mirror reflections made her mind spin
unable to find anything to hold on to
*
She opened her mouth to scream
all that came out were poppies
orange, red, purple, yellow
and they were singing in old jalopies
*
what they were singing she couldn’t tell
then she heard Jim Morrison’s voice
talking about people
and she knew she had no choice
*
but to be added to the myriad of strange people
laced together with words…
Today on One Stop Poetry we are celebrating Jim Morrison of The Doors. Come join us and jump in to the place of STRANGE…
Thanks to Lachlan Rogers for the photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/lachlanrogers/2876937929/
…To Save The World #Normandy #D-Day June 6th
They didn’t know it
at the time
essential gear
left behind
***
a sweetheart’s
lips never kissed
didn’t hear
“you will be missed”
***
when duty called
on that cold bleak day
without a thought
life given away
***
Can you hear
the battle shake
souls and hearts
the very earth quakes?
***
And yet fear
bravely set aside
as many fell
nothing left to find
***
Our lives
have been profoundly touched
by those
whose lives gave so much
***
field enshrouds a memory
of lives unfurled
hearts marched
to save the world
Join us at One Stop Poetry Form and share Free Verse Today
Thanks for the wonderful shot of Normandy http://www.flickr.com/photos/greenwichphotography/4855061062
When your’e hot you’re hot… #poetry #surfing #california
I’m a Cali girl
tho my hair’s not blond
you gotta know the surf
is where I belong
We heft our boards
listenin to the beat
gotta find the wave
gotta hit the streets
See my woody there
is hot ‘lil ride
and the Beach Boys
sing about the tide
it’s hot ya know
but we never mind
it’s a surfin safari
Hang all ten toes
gotta love those California Girls!!!
Thanks Mike for the Surfing Shot from Morro Bay , Ca. http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikebaird/3036395469/
Nothing and Everything #poetry
Life ~
filled with nothing
bareness , no growth
light recedes into darkness
clouds and the wind reside here
yet always imagining
the taste of “everything”
***
Everything…
breathe it
like the finest scent
of roses
taste it …
a rich bouquet
the finest wine
Jubilant
sunshine and laughter
love -would- be -there
*
and then …
a glimpse from a vacant room
it was Everything
scenes from my dreams
hopes in my heart
it was you
*
Laughter yet sadness
sunshine and rain
flowers and harvest
our hands
mere millimeters away
*
sadly…
whatever it was receded
as hope often does
now my nothing
is more vacant
filled with pain
life without any possible
replication
of you…
Photo acknowledgement: D. Sharon Pruitt http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinksherbet/1288209351/in/photostream
“Bucket of Tears” by L. Moon 2010
Assailed #poetry #somepoemsarentpretty
Stormed with a vengeance
no mercy at the gate
take all and pillage
and last… the city’s rape
***
Flames against the night
burned into the sky
nothing left of beauty
no more battle cry
***
Finality in the embers
at her broken gate
Where was hope when needed?
Destruction was their fate
Photo courtesy of Creative Commons and Marcelo Viera http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcelometal/501598121/
In Bondage #poetry #oneshotwednesday
I cannot use
words to express
no rhyme no reason
so sad
I confess
**
For I have sworn
duly so
to not reveal my heart
but this you
know
***
Were I able
I’d sing a song
dance in the moonlight
all night
long
***
In our eyes
there’d be no trace
in sorrow
or sadness
there is no place
***
Gladness and laughter
would fill each line
spilling in verse
no sense
of time
*
But I am speechless
yes it is so
for I am bound
from romance
sad – I know
Michelangelo is my favorite sculptor. This piece (one of the captive series) has so much feeling.
Join us for another week at One Shot Wednesday.
One Stop Poetry strives to create an environment of community where poets can share their work and meet other poets. Enjoy!!
Thanks to Creative Commons for the photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/grahamandsheila/314328717
My Vacant Sky #octain #poetry
The dusk breaks in my vacant sky
too many days risen and end
no more love in my heart to send
*
The notes and the ink has run dry
storm clouds form in my broken heart
No longer need to wipe my eyes
*
The raindrops are a welcome friend
The dusk breaks in my vacant sky
*
Thanks to Luke Prater for sharing his Octain form with us on One Stop Form
Photography Gray Day by L. Moon
