New poem: http://passionatecrone.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-summer.html

By Thom Moon 10
(posted with permission)

i cannot see my hand in front of me
the bush outside my borrowed window is black and deep and dark
absolutely no perspective is gained around me
unless and until i look-UP!
fierce stars and planets in  a foreign constellation
beam brightness and illumination
as it is by night-so too by day
your candescence ( Read more... )

By Thom Moon 10
(Posted with permission ... just because I like it.)

She had put the crab pots out and invoked turtle wisdom
(slow,deep,sustaining-with our whole world upon its shell)
Went out to pick up the crab pots
First one empty-second one full of crabs
Third one -something stuck inside
Now the water was clear so she could see down
at a ( Read more... )

(new poem)

GREEN IS THE NEW GOLD

Our garden that you co-created-well
i ate the first green beans this morning
and those snap peas are snacks-
tomatoes threaten multitudes once sun encourages
and green spring is stirring up the onions and our carrots
A woman with no food was given gardens from ours-
the more abundance this only earth provides
sustenance and ( Read more... )

My current default pic is attracting so many compliments, I decided to revisit a poem I wrote about this dress on 20th September 2007. (On that occasion I was wearing it without the matching trousers.)

Summer dress

My cherry-red drapes me loosely,
floats when I move, dances with me.
Deep armholes show flashes of skin,
my underwear is "nude".

The slit ( Read more... )

I am ____ ( Read more... )

Autobiographical Poem Format #1 ( Read more... )

(Last Wednesday's prompt from Poetic Asides)

Young and poor, I found
an orange in the gutter
shining like the sun.

(Posted in other places too, but it about sums up where I'm at, and seems to fit this journal as well.)

Vacation

I could use one.
The Universe has given me
one broken toe,
a big black splinter
in the same foot
which bled when I pulled it out
(the foot not the splinter)
and now I have to walk on
the sore spot - right on the ball!
(I don’t think so, ha ha,
not ( Read more... )