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| courtesy of Pixabay Placidplace |
Tonight, I wait for the blood moon
shining its crimson color over earth
listening to the eerie call of a loon
In the shadows lurks, a time of change
guard your sacred dreams in the night
they may be swallowed or rearranged
The moon controlling the rhythmic sea
and I howling with the rising and falling tide
tugging at my heart a song longs to be free
In the darkness there is a deep silence
a pause to contemplate my next words
searching the heavens for divine guidance
The dusty veil between the worlds thins
opening a dream, singing a forgotten tune
in this mysterious place, a new verse begins
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A sight to behold - the blood moon. Love the singing a forgotten tune in the mysterious place.
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace the blood moon is mysterious.
DeleteThis is beautiful and very mystical. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry
DeleteClouds here. bummer
ReplyDeleteIt was suppose to be a clear sky but, a storm rolled in so it was lost beyond the clouds.
DeleteVery nice imagery! The blood moon and the loon immediately pulled me into this. I love the idea of the veil thinning between worlds, especially ending with “a new verse begins.” Beautifully mystical. Muxch love 🧡
ReplyDeleteThank you Cara for visiting and commenting. much appreciated.
DeleteI like the renewal in the last stanza. A new verse begins...
ReplyDeleteRenewal a fresh start....
DeleteA beautiful, ethereal poem for such a wondrous event.
ReplyDeleteThanks you Freya
DeleteThese lines spoke to me, Truedessa:
ReplyDelete‘The moon controlling the rhythmic sea
and I howling with the rising and falling tide
tugging at my heart a song longs to be free’
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‘The dusty veil between the worlds thins
opening a dream, singing a forgotten tune
in this mysterious place, a new verse begins’.
Kim, thank you for your thoughtful comment. I always enjoy reading them.
DeleteNice! And did you see it?
ReplyDeleteI was so excited at the possibility to view it but, the weather had another plan. A terrible storm rolled in and I think a tornado touched down up north.
DeleteThe moon creates a liminal pull that draws out poems - wonderful, Truedessa...
ReplyDeleteI agree, the moon seems to entice the muse to write.
DeleteThe moon, the sea, the loon, all of these facets given in verses and still a next verse is coming
ReplyDeleteBravo
Much love
Thank you Gillena! The next verse is always waiting in the shadows.
DeleteIn the darkness there is a deep silence a pause to contemplate my next words searching the heavens for divine guidance
ReplyDeleteVery familiar start to creating our poems True! We fall back to the ways treaded and out comes a masterpiece here! Wonderful lines and a long poem as always!
Hank
Hi Hank, I think all poets thing along the same vein of thought. I do long a poem of many verses. haha
DeleteTruedessa, the atmosphere you, as led by the blood moon, have conjured is truly eerie. It puts me in an altered reality, captured by the draw of the moon.
ReplyDeleteah, that moon is mysterious and moves us in unknown ways.
DeleteDreams do have a life of their own. Well done, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteI liked this line...
...and I howling with the rising and falling tide...
Thanks Dwight, dreams indeed have a life of their own, yet giving us clues to take us in our waking lives.
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