Lucid Moon
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Is there any more unifying element in nature than the moon? Who on this Earth has not looked up at it and dreamed their dreams? Suns bake, winds blow devastation, rain washes homes away, but the moon is simply there, pulling our tides and our hearts in different directions.
Lucid Moon
With half a life lived in the dark,
an owl’s hoot, an answering bark,
the moon across the water scattered,
ragged clouds, wispy and battered––
I float in night and solitude,
the night determining my mood.
I lie in darkness and I brood,
a nightly lucid interlude.
When sunlight comes in fits and starts,
the day brings out my other parts.
They rise in me from dawn to noon,
dispelling powers of the moon.
Thus balanced between dark and light,
each half consumes its daily bite.
I welcome each within its time
Life varied, balanced and sublime.
for d’Verse Poets moon prompt.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Great sensory experience in this poem.
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Nice one Judy!!!
Much❤love
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Thanks, Gillena. About half an hour ago, the poem just vanished from my blog. Just like the moon. I just restored it so guess it is moonrise again.
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Just gorgeously rhythmed and rhymed!
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Thanks, Sarah.
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Really enjoyed how you tied the full moon to yourself … well done.
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Wonderful rhyme here Judy! The writing is captivating — the peace and release that is the moon at night. I believe we may all go stir crazy without our lunar escape. great piece my friend… 🙂✌🏼❤️
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We do indeed need a balance between darkness and light…
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I like your idea of the balance between light and darkness… sun and moon and your mood chages.
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I really like the rhymes in your poem, Judy, and the sounds of the ‘owl’s hoot’ and ‘answering bark’, which add to the atmosphere you have created. I especially like the lines:
‘Thus balanced between dark and light,
each half consumes its daily bite.’
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Thanks, Kim. I can still remember that night so clearly. I guess the best part of writing poetry is that it ends up being a sensory diary of one’s life.
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