Featured Image Above: ‘Mushrooms’ taken by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for allowing me reproduce his photos here on my poetry site. >> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/11/02/ibsley-ford/ Special Announcement: Today I have a “Copy” of “Our” new book Perceptions for me to proofread on the weekend
Off-white
White moon and white mushrooms
White doggie and white clouds
Here my writer’s world is a chromatic lamplight
After the passing of my gracious Aphrodite
Now I dream tonight
About the earth’s broken stalactites
And how the atmosphere is turning a sickly off-white
Like a grubby plastic skylight
Now with foresight
My tethered “Itmims” craft is ready and watertight
This weekend, at Weekly Prompts the challenge word is: Focus. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … and below is my response to their prompt; Focus …
The Wednesday Challenge from “Weekly Prompts is: QUIET . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. .. and the poem “Silent Moon” is my response their prompt
My “Moon” poems have been shining for 10 days now, and today “Pink Moon” is the final poem in my series of “Moon Poems”, which coincides with Holloween tonight …And this piece I wrote in April this year..
Pink Moon
Beyond the shimmering sand
And a comforting hand
A gracious spirit is in command
Wandering along life’s deviations
Are not treasonous reactions
A change of mindset to the left of centre
May create a mystical adventure
Tonight there shines a super-moon
Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon
And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams
That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams
Hi readers and followers, today I am re-posting another “Moon”poem, but here in this introspective piece (March 2021), the moon seems to be slipping away from me …
Hello readers and followers, … my “Moon” poem theme continues today with a repost from September 2019, and I hope you are all enjoying my collection of “Moonolgues”
A Midday Moon
Surprise, surprise, up there in the sky
Hidden by the glare, of noon’s golden eye
I saw the moon, being cradled by the midday sun
There, glowing like a silver button
As hundreds of human’s passed me unawares
I was staring in wonderment, at our worlds brightest stars
The sun’s white ray’s, wore soft gloves of silk
And the moon was like a baby, enjoying mother’s milk