Lift, weight, drag
nature needs no calculation
elements take flight
*
birds effortless soar
seasons provide inspiration
view from the eyrie
*
uncontrolled the wind
my mind shifts to the stars
blinded by moon dust
The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek Motif is “Wind Power.”
Photo: Exhaust pipes Space Shuttle Discovery ©moondustdesigns 2014
Dust beneath my feet
hoot owl chants a new song
Old as the hills
The prompt for Carpe Diem is New Moon. A favorite topic.
What do you love about the moon???
Ah the harvest moon
filled with amber glow
release your source
unveil your love
pour dust upon my soul
*
gazing down she softly smiles
her radiant all the more
adore me not
you star fazed one
gaze upon life’s shore
*
I smile into childlike eyes
I but a mirror grand
I gather light into my self
joyous to sit
upon sun’s night stand
*
look up into radiant light
take in his daily glow
bask in his warmth
no matter what the day
his love for you will show
The harvest moon shot is by Shironekoeuro ck the site for more amazing photography http://www.flickr.com/photos/shironekoeuro/
I shake last night from my head memories linger bright like the sun a warm brush with moon light Her glowing tendrils of hair reflect gold lips speak whispers into my ear my heart with her is never cold She leaves an imprint behind * There's a knowing "she will return" to hold me in her arms beam love through me I think about her beauty from the inside out her words I hold in my hands they are clearly Written in silvery moon dust
There’s a secret there
just behind the gibbous moon
her smile hides
don’t look too soon
***
Do you see her lips
the way they curl
men’s hopes and dreams
meant to unfurl
***
Bacchanal display
of love and such
all conveyed
in a moon-lit touch
***
She’ll dance and sing
for you alone
but you will never
have her heart of stone
***
Too late for you
for you’ve consumed
imbibed the golden draught
of the elusive moon
Join the One Stop Poetry team for another week of fantastic poetry. You are welcome to share a poem by linking in or read the fantastic writing shared each week.
Love the picture: Nasa was searching for moon dust – so am I * http://www.flickr.com/photos/gsfc/4689085120/
Sprinkle dust dear
it really needs to be done
but mother she begs
it’s doesn’t seem time
soon the light will come on
and your shine on the moon
needs to beat the dawn
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for more stories in 160 go to Monkey Man
thanks to the Alenses for the delightful dawn photo
As I shake last night from my head
Remembering the depth of the moon light
Her glowing tendrils of hair reflect gold
lips speak – a whisper in my ear
my heart with her is never cold
she leaves an aura behind
feeling she will be back
to hold me in her arms
beam love into my hands
I think about her beauty
from the inside out
her words are dear
she leaves me a note
“I love you”
Thanks to Earnst Vikne for the photo
Sayling Away
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
FOR READERS AND ASPIRING WRITERS
Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
From Board Books to Clean YA
Cherishing the Past while Celebrating the Present
FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
penned in moon dust 