The High Before Sunrise

The low moon is low
Hiding in the pale sky
Translucent
Barely present
But still the crescent of my eye

It pierces my sleep
And captures my mind
Imprinting images
Dancing, disturbing, until
I have to stare or go blind

And now I sit present
Under that bright ‘fore sunrise
As if this light should make sense
Rather than being a wonder
A miracle; one of life’s highs.

Empty Blue | A dVerse Prompt

I have had to remove this poem for now as it is being published in an anthology.

Today’s prompt was to write a circular poem, the two forms mentioned in dVerse’s post seem really cool and I want to try them out sometime. But I was inspired and wrote something short today. It was interesting to read through Peter about what Australia is experiencing currently, and the warm sea temperatures reminded me of the Netflix Documentary Seaspiracy which I watched yesterday! Already a vegan I don’t eat any animal products including fish, but even I was shocked at how dolphin safe and sustainably fished labels make their money through certifying fishing boats they know to be murdering dolphins and turtles and sharks. And I was even more shocked that human slavery is used in the fishing industry! What century are we in?! This is heart breaking!

Plastic straws make up less than 1% of plastic in the Ocean. The majority of plastic in the Ocean is from fishing nets and other fishing equipment. The biggest thing we can do to save our oceans is to stop eating fish and other sea animals.

Weekend Writing Prompt | Orbit

I orbit her,
She doesn’t orbit me.
Yet she holds on with severe gravity.

I view her from my ecliptic plane,
Sometimes in sunshine,
Ofttimes darkness and rain.

But whatever the weather she chooses to cast,
No matter my phase, her beauty is vast,
Her: earthen, me: lunar, together steadfast.
Prompt

I’ve recently been reading sci-fi so I got very space vibes. Although I also thought about two people in love orbiting each other but didn’t end up going that route. Hope you like my poem written from the Moon to the Earth. 💛

Weekend Writing Prompt | Vista

No thanks,
I’m quite alright,
I don’t want your drink,
you’re dismissed for the night.

I turn, leave before
you propose you can save me.
Hasta La Vista

Baby
Challenge Details

Another word I had to look up! But I ended up going for a different way of using the word. I won’t be apologetic for the continued theme of sexism/harassment. Not all of my posts going forward will be about this theme, but right now it’s still circulating my mind. Thanks Sammi Cox for the prompt!

March Writing Challenge | Day 7

Today I saw a new (to me) form of poetry on two blogs: Skeptics Kaddish and K. so I had to try it out for Day 7’s prompt! It’s called an octo. I wrote two as I wanted to practice but I think I like the first one best. What about you?

Find full details of the challenge here.


Spring Waits For Me

Fresh dewy morning waits for me
Bird song louder than yesterday
Cherry blossom sweet as honey
I venture to my balcony
Bluebells, tulips, puschkinia
Cherry blossom sweet as honey
Bird song louder than yesterday
Fresh dewy morning waits for me

Fairy Lullabies

Wind whistling gently through trees
Birds singing fairy lullabies
Bees buzzing enjoying the scene
Rustling grass, whispering flowers
Sweet pollen, sweet nectar, sweet scents
Bees buzzing enjoying the scene
Birds singing fairy lullabies
Wind whistling gently through trees

March Writing Challenge | Day 4

Find full details of the challenge here.


I haunt
But is it haunting if it is longed for?
She waits
Waits for me to come every evening
Wishing I’d brought roses like I used to

It is autumn now
The roses are withered
Their petals float to the ground with the browning leaves
Trusted in her, their beauty a keepsake until they bloom again
She had her own beauty once
But when I departed I took it with me

Why am I always so cruel?
So selfish I have become
Returning only torments her
If I left could she be joy again?
Could she move through life
Without me?

I underestimate her
She is strong
It is me who is weak
I come every evening
A wavering possibility of replacing her loneliness
One day she may need me to stop
Although she does not wish it, that day is long passed
But I will not return to ashes.