Looking Back #suffering #hope

Behind me

shadows of frozen pain

I choose to forget

It was many winters ago now. Life was empty and what little I had was slipping through my fingers. “You have cancer” were words I could not bear to add to my void.

The scepter of fear wanted to rob days and precious memories that might be the last with young children.

Hope comes in strange forms as does healing.

The hospital I was admitted to was an Oasis for those with little to cling to.

This week I lost my little sister to Cancer. Her fingers slowly lost grip of this life. She was cheerful at the end and surrounded by love.

He is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature, and he upholds the universe by the word of his power.

~Hebrews 1:3

We have no control or our days or when they might slip away but we have a hope in Christ. He cures the sick, the suffering and the person in bondage.


In Christ Alone #easter #poetry

Who faithful carries burdens

who in love bore the cross

only one God’s Son

willingly paid the price

sin a heavy anchor

none can loose its chains

but by the eternal victor

 you are free from pain

why walk bent and broken

you can be set free

what a loving forfeit

Christ’s death on Calvary


Sins willingly bore

Risen no grave could hold

Jesus paid sin’s price



A Fist Full of Sunshine #poetry #music #poetsunited

I remember grabbing for life and my first …

Fist full of sunshine

rays capturing my skin

music rolling about my head

fist full of sunshine

fingers rolling

plucking each base chord

fist full of sunshine

rushing in a stream

synthesized dream

fist full of sunshine

forward  I run my ten

fastest time yet

fist full of sunshine

warmth prickling tan skin

blonde streaks glowing

fist full of sunshine

topdown on the coast

Round-a-bout rolling over the 1

fist full of sunshine

blue eyes sparkle

off the end of the day

fist full of sunshine

children dance in the last beams

catching their summer’s screams

fist full of sunshine

spray wets my lips

salt water kisses

fist full of sunshine

sand squeeking feet

under our moon lit waltz

fist full of sunshine

the watch on my wrist

counts the years apart

fist full of sunshine

your perfect silhouette

wax cast in my dreams

fist full of sunshine

there in our forever

your dark eyes drive me

fistfull of sunshine

anchor holds us close

seaweed swirls about ankles

fist full of sunshine

no storm can pull us away

from this together love

fist full of sunshine

flashes of memory

show me your face

fist full of sunshine

waiting for so many years

for love’s tide to come in

fist full of sunshine

coming full circle

to you my love

fist full of sunshine

writing act two

of me and you

fist full of sunshine

our hands clasped

footsteps in life’s sands

fist full of sunshine

swing me off the planet

write our story in moon dust

The prompt for <a href=”http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2013/06/verse-first-i-remember.html” title=”verse first”>Verse First (I remember) was an exercise in writing which is always good to “light up” inspiration. I put on Yes’ “Round About” (an all time summer favorite) and wrote free for 15 minutes. I Stepped away from it (I gathered some of my photography) came back after 15 minutes and cleaned up my verse. Hope you feel pulled into the passenger’s seat of a fast convertible sports car that is driving down highway 1 in California (runs along the coast). If you feel the sun against your skin (no spf allowed) and children laughing in the waves and you see eyes and lips of two lovers held apart in time until their feet finally touch the sand together, then I have succeeded in this prompt for “I Remember…”

photography: Guitar, Invert Anchor, Sandy Path, Sea Foam all copyrighted images of L. Moon

Your Arms #poetry #atoz #napowrimo


Maybe it takes walking

through life’s fiercest heated fires

to arrive at  green meadows

feel each blade of grass grow


Maybe it takes

enduring life’s harshest foamy storms

to revel in radiant sunshine

as it sparkles in your eyes


Maybe it takes

an upending, battering shipwreck

to relish salt’s splash

playing upon cheek and eyelash


no matter the fires

the storms or the wrecks

in your loving arms

is where I’ve found warm peaceful rest

Photography “Anchor” copyright L. Moon 2011 © All rights reserved

Wow tomorrow is the last of a month long blogging challenge hosted by the fantastic Ato Z Challenge Team. Thanks to Lee and all his crew as they have encouraged more than 1400 bloggers to do what they do best – write!

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This year for  A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.)  You will find poetry,  You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to  meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.

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Hope (a poem during the storm)

Hope is seen in the eyes of a child

heard in the first notes of dawn

felt in a lover’s first kiss

given freely by a friend

An anchor holding fast

life’s storms cannot tear upon

who never goes amiss

turns the darkness to day

Stands watch over the frail

endures so much

sustains us through life

faithful ‘til the end

You might say

wait Hope closely resembles

a sentiment – Love

hand in hand

two strengths from above