Epilogue
3%
Currents of Sunlight
Snake through and clothe green toned boughs
In Canonicals.
Farewell, National Poetry Month.
GL, 4/30/2014. Prevail.
Showing posts with label The Moon Poems 5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Moon Poems 5. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Moon Poem 29
0%
Limbs' seedling blossoms
Tousled hair, elbows awkward
Spring grows to Summer.
GL, 4/29/2014. Prevail.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Moon Poem 28
New Moon
Under Evening's sky
Clouds coated with grey concrete
A mirrored hallway.
GL, 4/28/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Moon Poem 26
7%
Last year's pinecones dried
Forgotten toys unburied
In Spring's cleaned closet.
GL, 4/26/2014. Prevail.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Moon Poem 24
23%
Facts as hard as rocks
Pick their way through scars in steps
Fawn-like shaky legs.
GL, 4/24/2014. Prevail.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Moon Poem 23
IV
34%
The fresh of morning
Green in the air of wet grass
Peeled ripe cucumber.
GL, 4/23/2014. Prevail.
34%
The fresh of morning
Green in the air of wet grass
Peeled ripe cucumber.
GL, 4/23/2014. Prevail.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Moon Poem 22
Last Quarter
A strong breeze connects
The pond's denim jeans jumpers
By its brass buttons.
GL,4/22/2014.Prevail.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Moon Poem 21
56%
Closing curtains twitch
As beads of sweat stick in spots
Upon her hairline.
GL, 4/21/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Moon Poem 20
67%
From ceiling to floor
Lamplight richochets and sparks
In the dark of night.
GL, 4/20/2014.Prevail.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
Moon Poem 18
86%
A fist in the face
The word ALIVE stops, cartwheels,
Then jumps off my chest.
GL, 4/18/2014. Prevail.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Moon Poem 16
III
98%
Wind blows sticks and leaves
Down the street in tumbleweeds.
Discarded handbills.
GL, 4/16/2014. Prevail.
98%
Wind blows sticks and leaves
Down the street in tumbleweeds.
Discarded handbills.
GL, 4/16/2014. Prevail.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
Moon Poem 14
100%
A red robin flits
Tongue darting at the corners
Of her pink-lipped mouth.
GL, 4/14/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Moon Poem 13
97%
The swaying tree branch
Its rusty hinge pings and squeaks
A metronome clock.
GL, 4/13/2014. Prevail.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
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