Thursday, October 5, 2017

Weaving the Tides

full moon














grandmother moon you weave the tides
beyond the darkness, light resides
guardian of dreams in the night
somewhere a heart yearns to take flight

how many rough waves, must one ride
grandmother moon you weave the tides
mother earth grows weary from strife
seeking balance, sustaining life

setting the rhythm, a distant drum
falling leaves, a new season comes
grandmother moon you weave the tides
in matters of fate, who decides

illuminating the heavens
revealing creators presence
new visions in unsettled times
grandmother moon you weave the tides

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Author's note: Tonight is a full moon and I wrote this as I gazed into the heavens
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15 comments:

  1. I like that you wrote about the moon and the form that you chose to use.

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  2. Hi Truedessa - we've had all those experiences of grandma moon and her influences ... tidal storms, now the peaceful drum of rhythmic tide - clear skies and sparkling seas - all showing us a glorious time in the heavens, when life on earth isn't so easy ... cheers Hilary

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  3. Love grandmother moon! I'm going to become a grandmother in march and hope to 'weave the tides beyond the darkness' and be a 'guardian of dreams in the night'. The repetition is so effective in conveying the moon's cycle and the tides.

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  4. I love this especially; "setting the rhythm, a distant drum falling leaves, a new season comes grandmother moon you weave the tides in matters of fate, who decides" ..Beautifully executed.

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  5. The moon sure spoke to you and inspired through and through. Weave through all we must.

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  6. I love the night sky wit hits moon and this poem has me in swoon.

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  7. And you gave the moon a beautiful rhythm.

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  8. I love that pull of the moon... so apt at this time of the year when she lift her veil and shows her pale face.

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  9. It was raining in my world last night, and we did not get to enjoy the full harvest moon. I enjoyed your sonnet.

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  10. Nice portrayal of the moon as a grandmother weaving. I liked this line "in matters of fate, who decides" which has got me wondering who really does decide?

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  11. The last couple of nights when I've gone out with the dogs I've noticed how large and bright grandmother moon is. Your poem is beautiful.

    Love,
    Janie

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  12. What a beautiful tribute to the full moon.

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  13. PS Enjoy your 3 day weekend:)

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  14. Grandmother Moon, you, I listen to, you, I let me guide, you, the light in the darkness

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