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after three nights no sleep
easy lovemaking
slipped into deep rest
utterly lost to the night
for the first time in a week
she could not tell you
what was the phase of the moon

Monday Random: Journal

Flag reflection

  • Like most days off, I woke up early and he slept late. I coffee’d and breakfast’d and tidied up, watched a few videos on YouTube, and made online backgammon moves
  • The sparrow comes back to the deck and calls out, over and over. Ruffles feathers and grooms himself, calling out again. Flies away and comes back several times
  • He rises and has tea and I am thinking about going back to sleep, but I don’t. He breakfasts on his own while I read
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(am I) Windswept

Have I written too much
about about the birds and trees–
do you doubt my sincerity
when I talk about the weather–
you and your calm, and
me on the edge
of coming to life

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Perhaps all the new words are taken
and my pen– relegated
to thrift store fodder
rearranged and painted up
picturesque
and succinct

On the edge I’ve been sitting on
since then
my own rough edges
you take notice of
are nothing
compared to what is inside–
the part I show to no one

April 30 wall.jpg

You didn’t see me anymore
and I started deleting–
rubbing myself
out of existence
one day sweet–the next sour
a warning would have been nice

Left on a shelf
like a single bookend–
we aren’t lovers
and we aren’t friends.
Is she as danced out as I?

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From where I stand – stalwart
I see eternity. The
evening becomes you
and when the evening
becomes you–
you are everywhere
the moon is

April 30 spooky moon.jpg

frigid

 

 

on this cold planet
exiled for loving too much
and too hard
presided by a moon
icy and unfeeling
I remember love
the thoughts of warm hands
and the heart of a champion
I recall a day when I was made queen
of one man, one seeker
and it reminds me not to let go
of the tether, to be carried
through frigid space
to be sentenced for always
Come to me again my love
with that fire
So red and angry it would
send that moon
splashing

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for the Daily Prompt: Frigid

Did we howl

New year moon.jpg

where did
the happy day go
that we waited for
skip it
for a full moon in season
asking for rhyme
(expecting reason)
looking up the moon
full as a fat baby
looking down at me
grinning
my hair
stuffed into a parka
your hand reaching
to keep me from slipping

full moon waltz

fighting with the clouds to see through inky sky
my mind wanders to the last months
how many times someone comes to mind
when I do not wish it
dear will-o-wisp clouds enchant me
but still I strain to see the moon
and it shows just its slip, straining my eyes
for only a glimpse, but
I refuse to start the dance
and
I will not take a step until I see your face