Crescent

moon-blown ripples

on evening tide

how these tear-culled thoughts

arise each brightening night

First Quarter

a scythe-eyed glimps across

an empty road

how this dust-tongued mouth forms

the right word at the wrong time

Gibbous

a bell-voiced cry

no one hears

how one dark-vowelled word

ends a measure of joy

Full Moon

a tide-looped April walk

drying tears

how a heaven-circling hope

comes from letting go

for dVerse Poets’ Poetics: love the words (guest pubtended by Laura Bloomsbury)

#NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 16/30

WD April PAD 2019 16/30

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