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.)

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21 June 2012

Dark of the Moon

dark of the moon
the night before solstice

I remember
nights of dancing
song and prayer

I celebrate
in silence tonight

a watcher
(not that there is one)
would only see

an old woman
sitting and writing
sipping wine

lifting her head
now and then to gaze
at the dark

she is wearing black
and around her neck
a moonstone


  1. Just a silent prayer,a slight celebration and a quiet respect for the solstice, so it is, Rosemary! Nice take!


  2. Rosemary, this is a poem of realism, a poem of life. I share this day with you, having my own glass of wine here...on another continent. I raise my glass to you & poetry!

  3. And the godless watcher would see the woman and the wine and the write and knowingly smile a t the ct of lone creation