lost – penned in moon dust

Lost #poetry #faith #photography

I stumbled over the covered path

my footfalls lacking ease

my eyes were tumbling waterfalls

I lacked a sense of peace

where am I going?

Where have I been?

no one in the ether

I’m truely lost again

Once I knew so clearly

now in a matchless fog

desperate for direction

I fear there is no God

I looked up from my sorrow

a distant focal light

I gazed not at my footing

aiming for clear sight

I barefoot in green pastures

lightened of my load

Jesus bought my sorrows

treasures beyond untold

turn your eyes upon Jesus

look full in His wonderful face

the trials that hold you back

filled instead with love and grace

The Song Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus by Helen Lemmel

Chorus: Turn Your eyes upon Jesus

look full in hIs wonderful face

and the things of earth will grow strangely dim

in the light of His glory and Grace.

Looking #poetry #lostlove #rejection

I seek the approval of…

a lover

a friend

an intellect

a poet

an artist

Hopelessly flawed

no one to

gaze

into my eyes

at the stars

share…

life

dreams

todays

tomorrows

Come write a …

symphony

a treatise

a legacy

a love song

Can anyone find me???

***

he loved her so

cold winter solitude

lost in the night

***

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some changes). 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…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

Sepia Photo #photography #familyhistory

no one left to tell me
who or where you are

time dated by your dressing

the link is just too far

empty eyes are seeking

too distant is the past

surely no one speaking

sepia crinkled fast

Have you ever held a photo that you knew had held importance but you had no idea what it was? The people who were in the photo were long gone and you kept it to try to hold the memory for someone long gone.

The Lost Letter #dailypost #history #poetry #photography

Repentant Magdalene - De La Tour 1640 oil — Repentant Magdalene – De La Tour 1640 oil

As I wrote to you these words

tears congealed with blackened ink

this goodbye so hard to write

how I wished I could re-take

You went away to war

tore my heart in two

the uniform I sewed

no longer resembles blue

A woman fights a war

it’s not with guns and spears

we fight inside ourselves

clinging to what is dear

The day I found her lace

I wished it wasn’t so

Perfumed you and adored

it dealt the final blow

Tucked beneath her favor

I’m leaving you this note

wrenched from inside you see

our covenant you broke

So many times I wished

I’d never seen that thing

for what it made me do

I threw away your ring

You wrote to me at length

declared unfailing love

how could you still claim that

with all that had been done

On hardened path you did return

a wounded, changed man

stump hidden in your sleeve

I couldn’t grasp your hand

The twinkle in those eyes

they still retained that smile

with all that they had seen

over all the bloodied miles

I asked about the words

I’d tucked into your shirt

the paper had gone missing

tramped about the dirt

I had to brave the lace

you assured that it was gone

no longer fragrant starched

just dirtied torn and brown

your crooked smile held back the pain

“I never loved her dear

white favors thrown into the wind

her death ominous and near

cannon ball fury pierced the night

she raced injured to save

mercy had all but been undone

we laid her in hollow grave

I begged, cried “forgiveness please”

he said ” I owe you none

you are my heart’s strong shielding

a precious gift sent from above”

***

The Daily Post challenge was “Dialogue.” I hope you hear the voices from the past in this poem; a dialogue of pain and hope.

Tomorrow is the 151st anniversary of the bloody battle of Antietam – this a tribute to love, life, and life lost.

Photograph: De la Tour’s “Repentant Magdalene” (from the National Gallery); “The Lost Letter” © L. Moon 2013

Been enjoying these dialogues:

Longingly Toward The Sea #poetry #photography #fathersday

He looks longingly toward the sea

his hopes long ago lost

where waves crashed

and hearts were scattered

turning toward the sound

alas a gull cries for its mate

picking up scraps as he waits

He looks longingly toward the sea

his hopes long ago lost

“we were foolish young” he sighed

to have no fear of storms and tides

light footsteps shuffle the sand

trusting she reaches out her hand

He looks longingly toward the sea

his hopes long ago lost

his smile glows deep

for life moves forward

in the heart of their child

This poignant poem is to Fathers on Father’s Day. Not all dads have a hand in raising their children. Father’s give a unique perspective to a child. I missed having a dad close to catch my smiles.

Photography “Long Look” copyright L. Moon 2011

Lost in the Mist #poetry #photoprompt

A dark mist swirls about her feet

her fervent calls return to her

that which she has lost she must find

a dark mist swirls about her feet

forward she trods to the unknown

without that which she loves she is lost

A dark mist swirls about her feet

something white breaks through

now in hope they can find home

The picture prompt from Picture it and Write was too enticing to turn up.

Shipwreck #poetry #dark #pen

Cast adrift

No where to go

my hands grip

this piece of flotsam

can’t remember why

Piece of wracked ship

splintered debris

watery abyss

sucked into darkest

no one hears my cry

“welcome to the crypt”

a hollow grating sound

fingertip like cold

opens it’s doors

none knows where I lie

As a writer for the Pen of the Damned, I like to draw attention to the excellence of the writing that you will read by this dark, angst wrought group. Please check out the newest short story by Dan Dillard ,“Visions of the Reaper.” If you like dark, you will not be disappointed

I apologize to the photographer as I lost the information about the piece. If you know, please contact me so I can attribute properly.

Round-about Love #poetry

L’Amour

Love

It was

sequence of mistakes

losing our way without thinking

this love took a round-about of miserable mistakes

mistaken love I’ve taken this roundabout of misery

thoughtless I lost my way

mistook the sequence

it wasn’t

pas

l’amour

Poet’s United Verse First is using the Fibonacci form as a prompt this week. Fibonacci poetry is a literary form based on the Fibonacci number sequence. The sequence begins like this: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. In order to find the next number in the sequence, you add the two preceding numbers. The sum of these two is the next number, which then is added to the one before it to get to the next number, and so on.This is how it works:

1 + 0 = 1;1 + 1 = 2; 2 + 1 = 3; 3 + 2 = 5; 5 + 3 = 8 ;8 + 5 = 13 ;13 + 8 = 21 ;21 + 13 = 34…