Moonshine

Luna beckons brightly,

dripping silvery specks

through the sky.

But no tears are shed

over a spilt Milky Way

swirling sweetly in the dark.

Looking up from different points

we see the same crooked smile

on March’s Moon of Winds.

Laying on a grassy fell you reach up

to pluck stars for my diadem.

*Moon of Winds is the name given to the full moon in March by the ancient Celts.


This is written for Friday Flash 55 hosted by the G-Man.

Image by me :o)

Cabin Fever

February in Wisconsin

gets old.

This is time for tropical vacations,

this is why we are the fifth drunkest state

in the US.

Outside it’s snowing fluriously;

not the fresh, hopeful snow of December,

not the ‘each-flake-a-unique-miracle’ snow,

or even the big flakes children cut with

blunt-nosed scissors

to decorate classrooms…

just more damn snow

This is for G-man's Flash Friday 55.  Go check it out.  And, just for the record, this has been a very mild winter in Wisconsin, not much snow at all.  In fact yesterday it was about 45 degrees F (which is just not right).  It's just that 'cabin fever' time of year.

Image from stillwatertheatre.org

New

The hour chimes

the ball drops

and everything is new;

savage celebrating erupts.

But here

in the quiet, still center

a flame burns

blue-white and steady

in the palms of my cupped hands

illuminating a small circle

in the vast  night

where shadows shiver and multiply.

Chaos falls like snowflakes;

come,

share my light.

This is written for Mr. Knowitall's Flash Friday 55.

*Image from internationalministries.org

Some Days

i am Tonto

i am Robin -

a side kick, kicked aside

during the central action.

i am the second sister:

Jan, not Marcia

i am the ideal wing man,

better, not best;

never the initiator.

my sterling qualities:

support, loyalty, deference;

my sins

are those of weakness

not malice.

i am peripheral

This is for Mr. Know-it-all.

SOLD!

Coat. Keys. Purse.

Ok, let's go!

Everything half off! Hurry - one day only!

Creamy, cashmere dress,

sooo soft

skinny jeans

tall, black leather boots

with a chain across the heel

lacey panites – pink, teal, black

pretty, little nightie

supple black leather

driving gloves...

sold.

Sometimes the soul of a poet

requires retail therapy!

This was written just for fun, for Mr. Know-it-all's Flash Friday 55.  Check it out here: 55!  Also at dVerse Poets open link night

Time Passed

In the frosty morning

each grass blade coated, silvery,

crunches as I step.

A leaf falls

and another

and a thousand.

They are so lovely as they die

When did this happen?

I wasn’t paying attention, then

I turned and summer was gone. 

Days diminish;

November closes in

dark and stark and raw.

This was written for Mr. Knowitall's Flash Friday 55.  To see lots of 55 word poems and stories click on the name.  Try one yourself!

Choose

Lovely as a scab,
indecision hangs her head;
broken-toothed smile
drips a bloodied goodbye
in the pocket of yesterday
and you think back, forever
to what almost wasn’t
and wish away
the other
knowing, here in the doorway
any step you take
destroys an infinite number
of possibles -
eggshells break
beneath your blistered feet

This cheery little piece is for Mr. Knowitall's Friday Flash 55, where he prompts us to say our piece in exactly 55 words.  Click on the title to go there
Also posted on One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry

Never Forget

 

Poppies 

ironic emblem

for Memorial Day

opium

for a nation's conscience

Forget:

sand, boredom,

taste of blood, beer

smell of tobacco

burning flesh

sound of laughter

screams, explosions, curses

Remember: 

honor, bravery, sacrifice

young soldiers 

with ghosts behind their eyes

So much to remember

so much to forget

Thank you

I submit this poem with humility.  I have no direct experience with war, other than watching the news coverage, such as it is.  My intention is to express honor and thanks for a sacrifice I can't even imagine.  Also linked to Poets United poetry pantry.