Full Moon Indictment
The moon is just your implement, dismantling my defenses.
It rattles my conviction, plays havoc with my senses.
What is it in the moonlight that lowers my resistance?
It seems to swell to its full power just at your insistence.
For dVerse Poets, we are to write a poem about the moon. To see other responses to the prompt, go HERE.
Escape
Quiver me timbers and shiver me limbs.
The once yellow sun first scatters, then dims.
Hearts twirl in the darkness beneath a faint moon.
Three long howls in the night–are they canine or loon?
My heart, nearly broken, deserves a respite,
so, unwilling to face the moon at its height,
I pick up my bags and streak into the night.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle the words are: quivers limbs scattered yellow twirl hearts streak faint bags three howls long
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These photos were taken just prior to our first good night of rain. The arty shots were created with Luna.
Night Chorus
When a bright full moon escapes the cloud,
the dogs howl long and the dogs howl loud.
A burro brays its harsh assent
as wind whipped palms whisper consent.
Only you and I stay silent still
As the world around us speaks our will.
For dVerse Poets, the theme is Dark and the form is the Quadrille (44 words only.)
Tag Along
You cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket, yet unasked and unbidden, it may follow you home.
For dVerse Poets Prompt: Write a prose piece of no more than 144 words that includes this line from a Helen Hoyt poem: “You cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket.”
To see other reponses to this prompt, go HERE.
Light on Water
Early to bed,
this sleepy-
head me
was asleep
at nine thirty
to wake up
at three,
a cramp
in my leg
between
ankle
and knee.
So I left
my soft bed
to go out
to stew
in a steaming
hot tub
in the
night sky’s
full view,
looked up
at the sky
and could see
only two
objects
so brilliant,
they lit up
the sky.
Bright light
against black,
so vivid
and high,
with no
other stars
to compete
for my eye.
The Moon
a bright disc
that lit up
the night,
and a planet
or star
that was
equally bright,
piercing
the darkness
with heavenly
light.
Jupiter
As small as a raisin,
as bright as the moon,
over mountain and ocean
and meadow and dune,
it’s a midnight sonata
minus a tune.
True story.
The duet of a full moon and bright Jupiter, the only other object in the sky, was magical.
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I was in the pool taking these for 1 1/2 hours. Amazing skies. San Juan Cosala, Jalisco, Mexico.
For Bushboy’s Last on the Card.
These are the very last photos I took in July, ending precisely at midnight. Sorry, Brian, I couldn’t separate them. They want to stay together, so you get them all.
If I had to look back through all the photos I’ve taken this year, it would take hours, so I’ve chosen to present four of my favorites from this month. Help me decide which one to cut, please. This prompt limits me to three. I’m decisioned out so I’m relying on you to help me pick the best three.
favorite views from the past month. For: https://www.toonsarah-travels.blog/lens-artists-challenge-picking-favourites/
The night turned cool and I was about to arouse myself from my hammock to go up to the house when I caught sight of the moon.
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