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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
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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I like that you wrote about the moon and the form that you chose to use.
ReplyDeleteHi 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
ReplyDeleteLove 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThe moon sure spoke to you and inspired through and through. Weave through all we must.
ReplyDeleteI love the night sky wit hits moon and this poem has me in swoon.
ReplyDeleteAnd you gave the moon a beautiful rhythm.
ReplyDeleteI love that pull of the moon... so apt at this time of the year when she lift her veil and shows her pale face.
ReplyDeleteIt was raining in my world last night, and we did not get to enjoy the full harvest moon. I enjoyed your sonnet.
ReplyDeleteNice 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?
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
What a beautiful tribute to the full moon.
ReplyDeletePS Enjoy your 3 day weekend:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteGrandmother Moon, you, I listen to, you, I let me guide, you, the light in the darkness
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