When the moon sings,
time stills, and
after-aches sleep in the purple-shadowed night
while diamond ships sail,
~spraying if in silver light~
love comes, seafoam-born,
ephemeral and eternal
crushing worlds and driving dreams—
listen to the sky– a symphony of roses rises at dawn.
A collaboration with the Magnetic Poetry Oracle that also works for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt. She loves the moon–and the puente form.
Loved the flow of this!
Thank you very much!
This is a lovely lullaby borne on the lilt of the sea!
Thank you so much, Ingrid
Well said, Ingrid!
It is lovely, and also, I forgot to mention, we both use the word ‘love’ and I rarely do. Not sure it’s one you bandy about indiscriminately either 🙂
No, you’re right. Not a word we use that often in poems–more often implied. 😀
Best to use it sparingly, I think 🙂
Not to be redundant, but it is lovely 🙂
Thank you. Redundancy is fine. 😊
I see a connection between all 3 of ours. You have the moonsongs and the sea, Jane has the sea and the earth, I have the earth and the moonsongs. I love especially the first 2 lines. (K)
I like that–the three witches. I’m glad the Oracle was back from her vacation. 😏
Yes, I was a little worried when I saw David’s post.
I kept trying to visit her during the week–she was away for several days.
There was a dreamy quality to this. As always, beautifully done.
Thank you so much. 😀
Splendid – if slipped in
Thank you, Derrick. I like how you always notice that.
The poem is like a dream of the sleep we dream of–restorative in the profoundest of ways.
Wow–thank you, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!