anguish – penned in moon dust

Hear My Cry #faith #poetry #photography

July 6, 2014July 5, 2014 by moondustwriter, posted in black and white, Faith, Home, Photography, Poetry

prison cell

Hear my cry

in supplication’s wail

answer me not

in this time of my travail

I will sink to the pit

let despair cover me

end where I lie

hopeless am I to flee

Hear me as I call

be it urgent in the night

offer please your help

darkness is my plight

seeking for a place

or off this cliff I fall

in your arms there’s safety

I’m weary of it all

Hear me as I cry

this cell I do not crave

wasting into nothing

life a dismal cave

to you I wish to run

on wings strong and true

hold me as I fall

faithfully held by you

***

“To you, O Lord, I call; my rock,

be not deaf to me, lest, if you be silent to me,

I become like those who go down to the pit. ”

Psalm 28:1

Life less #pain #love #poetry

August 22, 2012August 22, 2012 by moondustwriter, posted in Poetry

“yes I feel it too”

I said to no one

in caged, abysmal loneliness

every foot -step echoed a cadenced

“no turning back”

“all is gone”

“where did love go?”

“was it ever?”

when he looked in my eyes

did he embrace another?

daily I flogged my heart

that I might feel

for numbness had become

my closest ally

(friends had all but fled)

“what if death became

my final offering?”

it would have been your moment of celebratory height

(you play the martyr well)

now through this pain encased

I feel again

I raise my cracked crystal glass

(ironically a wedding present)

“YES -I will live!!!”

you will need to find victory

in another’s destruction

for my life is worth more than that alabaster vase

you purchased for my remains

“Beauty’s End” photograph copyright L. Moon 2012

Never Let You Go #OneShotWednesday

December 29, 2010December 29, 2010 by moondustwriter, posted in One shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Poetry

Rain fell today in the form of tears

the sky knew her sorrow

mirroring the gray somber visage

We knew someday she’d go

knew there would be an end

but the tears had their own way of making rivulets

in our hearts

The storm will pass they say

today the rushing swollen river

pulls trees and roots into its foam

It will one day be a babbling brook

so they say

she will sing contented songs like a child

but not today!

Tomorrow she must face bravely

the next day her routines must change

“I must go on for her sake

but today

TODAY

I’ll lay on a new mound of dirt

dig my fingers into the earth

and never let you go”

Two dear friends, one I call sister, lost their parents during Christmas. If you feel the sorrow, weep for them or for your own loss. How do you replace someone who has been part of your daily existence for a lifetime? You don’t! You pray those memories carry you through. To my dear Martha and Hil – I love you!

I’m also sharing this poem with One Shot Wednesday.

Raging river photohttp://www.flickr.com/photos/harrisonfarr/3613353820

Mill Creek photo Moondustwriter