Your Arms #poetry #atoz #napowrimo


Maybe it takes walking

through life’s fiercest heated fires

to arrive at  green meadows

feel each blade of grass grow


Maybe it takes

enduring life’s harshest foamy storms

to revel in radiant sunshine

as it sparkles in your eyes


Maybe it takes

an upending, battering shipwreck

to relish salt’s splash

playing upon cheek and eyelash


no matter the fires

the storms or the wrecks

in your loving arms

is where I’ve found warm peaceful rest

Photography “Anchor” copyright L. Moon 2011 © All rights reserved

Wow tomorrow is the last of a month long blogging challenge hosted by the fantastic Ato Z Challenge Team. Thanks to Lee and all his crew as they have encouraged more than 1400 bloggers to do what they do best – write!

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This year for  A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.)  You will find poetry,  You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to  meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.

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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

pen of the damned

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.

Ebbing Tide #flashfiction

You once sat with me on a piece of flotsam

Telling me stories about the ship that had sunk in the stormy sea

“All were lost”

you said with a tear on your cheek

I never knew you never told me

All had not been lost

A small boy and his scruffy dog had floated into the bay

A fisherman and his wife found the two survivors and raised them as their own

One day you went out to sea looking for something you had lost

You never told me what you were seeking

“All were lost”

I carved into  broken wood

A piece of flotsam where we will never sit again

“Please take me out to sea faithful tide

where I can be joined with the one

I have lost…”

Photograph~ “Winter Tide” L. Moon copyright 2012

Washed Up #Triolet #oneshotwednesday #poetry

Flotsam pieces of a stormy past

Sadly too soon all forgot

If only  memories could but last

Flotsam pieces of a stormy past

The tale told “his ship had crashed”

Never to know the winds she fought

Flotsam pieces of a stormy past

Sadly too soon all forgot

This Triolet’s up for another week of One Shot Wednesday.

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