Category: Green Moon
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A Road In
From herewhere do I goto come back toa semblance of normalityI’ll pretend that once I knewand everything will be better in the morningif the morning ever comes againfor any of us. . . I fear my fears could make the world stopor the sky to disintegrateI know I’m irrational, self-absorbed, and nonetheless numbbut the road…
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Vivacious Book of Verse
Swirling, twirlingsummertime vibrationorange juicepeach schnappscheesy nachosand thou. Fear, tearsempty glassessmoon risingwaxing watchingjoyous journeysglorious gardens.
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Old Friend
By the pond’s edgean acorn fallsrippling my reflectionbut we are meetingfor the first timeI say aloudwho was that strangerI say to nobodymy reflection returnswith something morethan I had beforean awareness of impermanenceawe of greater forcein a little acornthat can make medisappear and appear again. For Reena’s Xploration!!!
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Flock of Flying Pigs
Sure Enough, I Saw A herd of roller-skating tortoises by the pond. A beaver family dancing salsa atop their dam. A rookery of herons singing Cosi Fan Tutte. A patch of hazel-nut trees debating souffle’ recipes. A group of teens with mobile phones off. A dog talking about irrigation flow efficiency. A yoga class of…
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All Around The World
Same old full moon as last yearfrom the Cider House tin roofshining upon a wheel of firemiles away drifting in a raftmy tiger companions melt to butterremember that moon my old friendmay it fill you with whimsy,get that sofa up the staircase. Round the corner from anywhere at Eugi’s Weekly Prompt
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Lifting Soaring
Rise with gravity andlevity of your willlet good gracebe your guidesee farand wideflyfree. Alight as is your due.May you be blessed kept. Fly past by Eugi’s Weekly Word
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Everlasting
The joy of a child reading Charley and the Chocolate Factory. Red and Orange Maple leavesdrifting on an autumn breeze. The full green moon emergingfrom hot August night clouds. That moment they sharedon the sunsetting beach. A full summer day of play slip sliding; hose, tarp, hill. Walking to the podiumflip tassel amidst smiles and cheers. Feeling the quickening kickthen…
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Old Sam
My wife . . . Hazel . . . See? She doesn’t stir from her bed. See . . . the full green moon? She sees the shine in his eye, what now? I think of Old Sam peering up at the full green moon. Standing in his bed clothes facing the clear sky over…
Artie & Stu 