Moon Dreams, NaPoWriMo, Day 29

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moon goddess whispers a shadow

(say it).

Her language is the smooth smell of never–

she aches music,

and shines light in diamond sprays

when we sleep,

a storm,

a delirious symphony of beauty and blood–

urging,

what if. . .?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m off prompt for today, the penultimate NaPoWriMo day for this year. I visited the poetry Oracle instead.

 

 

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The Moon and the Sea: Magnetic Poetry

 

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Moon needs music,

recalling in honey’d language

like smooth chocolate

the sea symphony she wants still,

watching with sweet crush

shining beauty from above,

over dreams–

there–

in purple shadow time

 

Guillermo Gómez Gil, “Moonrise,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia CommonsGuillermo_Gómez_Gil_-_Salida_de_la_luna

 

 

A poem for the full moon. The Oracle was not in the mood for poetry yesterday, but she came through today.