the green place that I’d known
had been watered red and died
nothing was left to atone
the sun on that day must have cried
Come on over to Pen of the Damned where there is an unusual reaping. Reaping the Harvest my newest dark poem seems oddly appropriate for the day our government in the United States has shut down.
Photography: Pen of the damned icon by Bernini
Harvest in sepia © L. Moon
Shield me from the rain
winds try to tear me from you
soft green sanctuary
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Soft green sanctuary
broad green leaf hold fast the rain
waiting for the sun
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This post in celebration of the mid-summer rain known as Samidare inspired by Kristjaan at Carpe Diem
photography “Leaf Drops” copyright. L. Moon 2013
Green you await me
flourishing with spring’s new life
like a blushing bride
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like a blushing bride
you anticipate new growth
a new fertile year
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a new fertile year
smiles full of gratitude
inhaling life
The beauty of green paddy fields, the anticipation of a good year even before the planting has begun. Thanks to Kristjaan at ChevresFeuilles for today’s Carpe Diem Prompt
My grandparents lived in a “ticky tacky” house in San Francisco when I was a kid. I remember the long cord that went out from the house to the telephone pole. I used to love pulling the cord and making the laundry fly free. I was always surprised that anything would dry in the cold moist S.F. fog.
I pushed you out each morning
pulled you at the end of light
you faithfully held my clothes
thru morning, noon, and night
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I let you stand alone at times
you’ve been my faithful friend
my husband’s jeans
the baby’s frock
were fresh because you’d spin
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But I was sold a bill of goods
a large white metal box
it took up space
saved some time
and noise -there was lots
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It would change the world
of this I’m certain now
energy has gone sky-high
we weren’t thinking
the day we took you down
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Thanks to my friend Emily
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Can you see
way down there
there’s a bottom
at the end of the stair
What once was
is lost
but something new
is found
Can you see it
can you feel it
it’s life
come out of ruin
Cold hard stone
replaced by green
fragrant
softness
How does life
come from stone?
simple
it was
someone’s home
Photograph: Castle Ruins by L. Moon
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