Ode to Your Pale Light (Missing the Moon)

Image of starry skies

Tonight is a sea of navy,
Where once there floated a river of light,
Noticeably absent, is your smiling face,
And your pale light,
Your twinkling tributaries barely aglow,
Maybe perhaps, another day,
In some other way I’ll find,
A Way to coax you out,
To fix your presence and etch it permanently upon my mind.
And once more my dear Luna ,
Perhaps I will bathe in your pale light,
And be reminded of all the mystery that lies deep within the night.

So, it is finished…

So, as I’m sure you guys know, I have finished my lent posts. Over the last 40 days, I have found that creativity on demand is something I often underestimate the difficulty of. For the time being, I’m thinking of starting up again on Monday with an exploration of my poetry in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet, maybe a villanelles, quatrains, or whatever. I would just like to take some time to explore various poetic forms, rather than being restricted by subject matter like I did with The haiku.

For those of you who are inclined to comment, what subjects interest you the most? I’m currently working on another book, but I was thinking about beginning work on LWG (Loving While Gimpy) which focuses on love of all kinds in intermingles it with challenges that disability may present. But let me know what you guys think. See you next week!

Lent Post #40: Digital Haiku 9

Being that this is the home stretch, I’d like to do something a little different. The next nine pieces are gong to take the form of haiku and reflect some aspect of our modern digital lifestyle. Technology is a tool that can either hurt or heal.

The tide of change sweeps
across the globe in few words
it’s etched forever

Lent Post #38 Digital Haiku 7

New York

Being that this is the home stretch, I’d like to do something a little different. The next nine pieces are gong to take the form of haiku and reflect some aspect of our modern digital lifestyle. This one is on the ever shrinking perception of our world.

Wind finds the world small
Ghost wires find it smaller still
Man sees the mouse way