Tag Archives: moon

Waning Gibbous 

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The moon lay looking sideways,

Sadly at the lowly hills,

Knowing the storm was coming.

It probably gave him chills.

His mouth was fully gaping,

Drawn back with deepest fright.

A pale and quiet horror,

Reflecting the ominous night.

The raging winds predicted 

A scary flood of rain,

The turning of the seasons 

His haunted face explained.

© Keely Myles Fall 2016

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tent view

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out of the vents

of my tent

i see that

daylight’s nearly spent

i spy the bit of moon

bright but bent

i hear the buzz

of bugs that jet

i see the place

each star is set

and wonder why

i’m not tired yet?

i watch the tree line

turn dark and colourless

breathe in the sweet

refreshing nothingness

i know that today

was fully blest

i hope that i’ll

finally fade to rest

i saw a last

parting gift

from You i bet

that shooting star

that came-went

 

© keely myles

august 1, 2014

“When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
    the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
 what is man that you are mindful of him,
    and the son of man that you care for him?” ~Psalm 8:3-4

moon money

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waking to a marvellous morning moon;
it's face like a Canadian dollar.
all golden & round, reaching to pull it down
and become the morning robber.
spending it all on a café au lait,
just the way to start this saturday.  
no just wait, why even bother?
it's impossible to pay with so few,
then best leave the view and 
save a blessed dollar.
© keely myles
july 12, 2014

premoonstrual cycle

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waves of
brain-fogging hormones
washing over
clear thought bottles
monthly storm brewing
waters surging
stronger with the moon’s cycle
crashing, cracking
clarity
becoming jagged
pieces of myself
broken under
heavy weight
of gravitational pull
head swirling undertow
cramping bellyache
of swallowed saltwater
spewing forth
a darker tide
until rough waters
subside and all
that’s left of me
is odd bits
of blue-green treasures
here and there
along the shore
softened by my
disheveled identity
all washed up
in the gravel
of a woman’s life

 

© keely myles
july 4, 2014