a poem in nine lunes
The oak tree outside the windowdances in the breeze.
Perhaps I will be moving on like the waves rushing towards the horizon,
Dusk fallsand the city unfurls its secret self — a map unspoolingunder the kissof stars and streetlight.
Dawn breaks through cloudsand the city below ripples in sunlight.Amidst the tangle of breaths and rasp of debris…
I shake wisps of dustfrom the pink ballet shoesand slip them on. It has been a decadebut they hug my feet with only…
a poem in eight haiku
lune poetry montage
Tendrils of moonlightdance acrossthe eerie silence
a poem
She wants to walk with himalong a lake at dusk and watch the moon drift down silver…
Dawn softly peels away darknesswith the gentlest of hands,fluttering brushstrokes of honeyed sunriseover…