Deceived #poetry #archive

The façade has an appeal to the onlooker

It draws one in to experience more

It appears to offer shelter

Hope seems just a little further

 

Look closer for the truth

Your eyes have been deceived

No substance -it is empty

The facade is a shell

Nothing to offer – nothing at all

 

 

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month. Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

Balloon #dailypost #photography #haiku

color confusion

birds continue their routine

out of steam

 

Today’s Daily Post  prompt is Empty. The people in line for a balloon ride at Innovations in Flight were disappointed as the Smithsonian’s balloon was emptied of hot air.

Meaningless #poetry

petals in the snow

The words sung in a song

conveying 3 minutes of trite

something like

“you looked in my eyes

now its all gone wrong”

*

Wish washy

touch of your hand

electricity is spent

replaced with a sign says  “vacant”

over your heart

*

words you once said

attached to a laughter

we were writing love’s chapter

pages are dispersed

and driven over

during the evening rush hour

*

yes,it all meant something once

the roses, the wine, romance

the moonlight dance

where we promised…

that was before

it all froze in the snow

 

Empty Shell #haiku #art #photography

watering eye

next to my footprint

the empty shell of a hermit crab –
Ah! what a sadness

(c) Chèvrefeuille (2012)

*****

Devoid of feeling

punished by old dreams

carried on a wave

~L. Moon

Thanks to Kristjaan at Carpe Diem for another installation (part 2) of 3 part Vision Quest challenge where we have 24 hours to respond by writing a haiku. Today’s prompt “Empty Shell.”

Artwork: “Tearing Eye” is a pencil drawing layered on top of a photograph of a wave.

Image © Moondust designs

Nothing #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

N

There is a place called “nothing”

devoid of space and time

I guarantee it’s real

Represents a frame of mind

***

“Nothing” you might say is empty

Some might say it’s flat

A question merely lingers

“Nothing”- where is that?

***

Could nothing be a place

A place where you are not

People point and gawk

For some – it is their lot

***

Many say its fiction

Others say it’s fact

Sadly, I have lived there

Never wanting  to go back

***

I pulled this poem from my 2010 archives. I tried in the style of Dr. Seuss to use simple rhyme and rhythm to make  astute  and silly observation.

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“It was at that age
that poetry came in search of me.” 
― Pablo Neruda,

Neologism
A newly coined word. Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky” is filled with them, including “slithy” and “gimble.”

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]

The Empty Space in My Bed #poetry #lyrics

Burning the love letters don’t even warm the cold space in my heart…

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Its empty

where I lay my head

cold vacancy

left in our bed

where you once laid

an empty space

where there was love

there is no trace

**

memories tears

leave my cheeks wet

your  fingers in my hair

I cannot forget

the warmth of you

never to return

all my love letters

you left to burn

**

It’s empty

where I lay my head

cold vacancy

 left in our bed

where you once laid

 an empty space

where there was love

there is no trace

**

what little remains

 in what you’d written

can no longer warm me 

of that I am certain

there’s no heat from us

that I can retain

sadness in these sheets

chills like  empty rain

**

It’s empty 

where I lay my head

cold vacancy

 left in our bed

where you once laid

 an empty space

where there was love

there is no trace

Thanks to Ian for the timeless photograph//www.flickr.com/photos/ian_munroe/4059831412/sizes/m/in/photostream/

Empty Stocking this Christmas #poetry #photography

the stockings were hung

The stockings are hung…

My heart

left empty

no hope of a gift

love posted a vacancy

perhaps…

if I flung

myself

into the fire

flames would purify

the consuming ache

…alas

no jolly Santa

with a sack on his back

can bring what will satisfy

this Christmas

Never to See You – Jamais Encore #poetry

Ce que fera je fais…

Si je ne vous voit jamais encore?

The question was what…

what would I

what will I do

when you leave

you leave and

never

return?

 

Life giving oxygen leaves

in quick blasts

at the very thought

thought

you gone

my world

vacant

*

 

An empty bed

empty hand

empty heart

empty…

*

 

The first breath comes

second in succession

painfully

filling the empty spaces

 

 

A painless moment

accompanied by another

gasping for another breath

hoping for another breath

pleading for refuge from the pain

death of my heart

replaced with life

life is happening

life will happen

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