Found By Words #poetry

rushing water

Like a waterfall

on a hidden retreat

or the gravel that crunches

beneath weary feet

poetry jangles the soul

like a brass bell

that has been pulled

never tires of the toll

there are times

 my words wont work together

a spirit all their own

seems to collude and gather

making me…

younger, stronger

greener, wiser


“The Joy of Poetry” is this week’s prompt at Poets United Midweek Motif

“Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.” 

Carl Sandburg

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

Robert Frost

Pound of Flesh #poetry #human-trafficking #atozchallenge


extract just one more

fits perfect to scale

I would never hurt you

I need you for this sale


the very best of you

how can it be

better for you

than for me


I’ll portion it off

to the highest bidder

don’t worry my pet

you’re the top of the litter


a valuable specimen

is in the eyes you see

come one come all

to the human shopping spree


A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words.

Robert Frost


Free Verse: no form, no necessary rhyme scheme or meter. Free verse allows for the liberal expression of the poet.

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]


Broken Fall #haiku #fall #photography


by Robert Frost (1874-1963) 
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call.
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
Poem Source:
Catch me as I fall
released from natures embrace
begin death’s spiral
Catch me as I fall
dance with October’s child
at least with your eyes
catch me as I fall
ripened fruit picked from the vine
tossed into ashes
The objective of this carpe diem haiku “exercise” was to distill the words of Robert Frost into haiku. It’s hard to distill a sentiment without using the originator’s words. These are the words that Frost inspired.
Photograph © L. Moon 2013

Autumn Stripped Bare #photography

“My sorrow,when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be. she loves the bare, the withered tree, she walks the sodden pasture lane.” ~Robert Frost

This Week’s picture and quote prompt  provided by Ese is bare. Autumn a fitting time for bare and black and white.

Photography the copyrighted work of L. Moon 2013