Turn to where the moon is smiling…

nature, poetry 1 Minute 

Regard the sliver moon:
she cloaks herself in royal purple
and smiles to the east,
and so we must look that way too, 
for romance and secret notes
and the unhurried chivalry
of a rising sun.  Listen to 
the colours of wakening, 
their flesh, their breath... 
And pen those words:
Love and wilt and 
the muscular blossoming 
of a season, its pendulous tide.  
Feel its bruises with your tongue
and then roll, heady as music,
in the wist of dawn's departure,  
watery and weak into the insipid blue.
Behold your page.  An essence caught…   

intransigent.

Written in response to the NAPOWRIMO Prompt: “I’d like to challenge you to write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram.”

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12 thoughts on “Turn to where the moon is smiling…”

  1. and then roll, heady as music,
    in the wist of dawn’s departure,
    watery and weak into the insipid blue.

    I really like the whole poem, but the lines above are so fantastic! Well done!

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  6. “the muscular blossoming
    of a season, its pendulous tide.
    Feel its bruises with your tongue
    and then roll, heady as music,
    in the wist of dawn’s departure,
    watery and weak into the insipid blue.”

    There’s something so awesome and sensual about these lines. I really feel this

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    Reply

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