I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)

They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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27 September 2011

Dark Moon

street lights

grey-blue mist
backlit clouds
not one star

light rain
street fall

backlit mist
blue-grey clouds
no night star

dark street

star-mist dark
light grey-blue
back street night

street rain
light fall
dark moon

Journalling my relationship with the moon: 30

And submitted for dVerse Open Link Night #11


  1. another moon journal...enjoyed this rosemary...very cool wordplay here...reads smooth like peanut butter with some crunchy pieces crackling on the tongue...hmmm..i like

  2. Oh, thank you Claudia. Your descrpition is poetry too!

  3. loved the way you mixed the same words up throughout the poem!

  4. I enjoyed the repetitive lines.. works so well to convey the dark moon night ~

  5. Thank you Caty and Heaven. This is a different way of writing for me, so I'm very gad you think it works.

  6. Interesting minimal poem with emphasis worked throughout with the repetitions of the words. Taking a topic and reworking it is effective for finding your voice and your style. Well done. G.

  7. New voice and new style, it seems! :-D Thank you.

  8. I love this style, how you switched the words around, that's so inventive.... Bravo!

  9. John, I didn't start out with that intention. I wrote the first verse, got interrupted, and when I came back to it, after I wrote the second verse, suddenly that was what was there to do with the words. I guess inspiration can happen for form as well as content!