A POEM

wINTER mOON

A flower of the midnight garden,
I am cocooned in dreams and lullabies.

My petals are words opening to the moon
(aching to be born) –

The solitude of night is home,
The silence is sweetness welling
anointing me with its perfume.

Here I am, a thought, a bud
waiting to be
beneath the vast expanse of galaxies.

I am mist that rises
when daybreak comes.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Ah, it’s been a while.

For DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Open Link Night.

18 comments

  1. HI, Gina. Thanks. I am also glad to be able to join this time:-) I don’t know how often I can be here though. Poems (and some extra time) are quite difficult to come by these days. πŸ™‚

  2. Absolutely beautiful. I especially love these words:

    “My petals are words opening to the moon
    (aching to be born) –”
    This is a poem…waiting to be born….words the petals…the thought…the bud….and out of the mist daybreak comes.
    So very glad to see you back Imelda.

  3. Hi, Imelda! Nice to “see” you again. I enjoyed your poem, especially the comparison of silence being perfume, and the image of petal-words “opening to the moon / (aching to be born)”

    • Hi, Jenna. πŸ™‚ Thank you for the kind and warm words. I did miss writing and blogging. Hopefully, I can sustain a more regular blogging sched. πŸ™‚

    • Hi, Mr. Teemley. I hope that you and your loved ones are doing well. Take care. One day soon, we will all be enjoying the lovely outdoors again.

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