The Whole Moon was Pining…

The Whole Moon was Pining...

I.

The full moon’s beams couldn't shine through the haze
when you mask your emotive sensibilities
cloaked behind your veiled penchants
The dappled moon’s gleam
illuminates thy nimbus view
beneath her muddled light,
where whispering moonbeams
illumine from behind and through
the shrouded luminescent night aglow

II.

When you wish a wish upon a twinkling star
ne’er revoke the wish, nary a dream denied undreamt,
after the coin was thrown beyond the mystical bounds
Exhaled from the umbrage of the silence,
a murmured sigh ricocheted from distant realms afar,
under befuddled breathe obscured by the notion;
ne’er a second thought of conscious opine
exhaled in this sullen moment of veiled aches,
yet unnoticed, the olive branches sip quietly from beside the ink well

III.

Disavowed dreams stealing away into befogged thought,
some kind of madness, like the tangerine sunset
recanted by the conflicted twilight azure
The cracks in broken hearts and dreams
are where the resplendent bursting moon’s fetter
enkindles a natural vernal verve
Oh! her magical incandescent waterfall of grandeur
washes over me, basking in this illuminating moment,
bathing in Luna’s enchanting healing balm...

© Harlon Rivers ...July. 2013    …Full Moon 16 day(s) old

authors notes: This was an experience (!)

Being a moon monger, "where there is a will there is a way"…

Written Tuesday night under full moon, with ink and paper
and brought to a red brick and mortar library world.
First time ever to a library for online access became a narrative of it own saved and published at "Word Whisperer" poetry blog, in another live library moment...

...totally unplanned and spontaneous but needed a spell check
from real ink words...to be entered into the digital box...

...but now is the needed time to requite the whole & full moon’s fetter.

...under the flight path

...perception...sitting in my red solo Adirondack chair at sunset,
watching the comings and the goings beyond the hummingbird's and dragon flies' whir.
...thinking about those first steps someone once said … lead to
them journeys of a thousand miles~ aka “sittin here on my ass in limbo”

...under the flight path

contrails float by at a snail's crawl

once carried the weight beyond afar

white cotton candy becoming unspun..

unwinding, unfolding, floating magically

like a butterfly’s bon voyage…

fluttering felicity glides with

sunhair dafts the fickle spindrift breeze

dandelion's drift seeds flight

to be sewn in distant horizons

my seed beneath up, up and away

disperse floating fluffy parachutes

delicate pink pearlescent textures awakened~

pink moon … oh! pink moon rise and shine

oh! pink moon come hither my heart

purr as soft as tufted intimate touch

whisper softly aneath

sky’s wispy pink cirrus azure

© 2013 ... harlon rivers

Oasis

Our precious moments together are an oasis

A place where new beginnings evolve into vivid life...

...a poem by Harlon Rivers

Oasis

Our moments together are an oasis

Respite from this journey’s rocky mile

Alone together in a deserted desert island’s secret garden

Where adoring affections

paint the depth of a picturesque

beheld warmth of sweetest tenderness

Hearts and minds impassioned harmony’s opus

Surrendering to love’s enchanting flows

Enlightened by conscious oneness

Yielding to the repose of a silent starlit bay’s twilight halo

Swirling Moon beams dance around like the falling stars ballet

As effervescent currents eddiy in a radiant sky’s afterglow

The blending of connected souls

kindle love’s shimmering light

Love’s tower of strength is euphoric refuge

Shelter from life’s perfect storms

Intimacy surrendered slowly is a soothing sanctuary

Unchained healing in two minds

Happenstance is not an illusion

Turning dark memories’ shadows into light

Illuminating compassionate understanding

Solitude’s allure can leave stars in one’s eyes

Our precious moments together are an oasis

A place were new beginnings evolve into vivid life...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers