A Faraway Place

This week, we are slanting the paint chips, and I also responded to this prompt, “More than just a place.” Maybe it’s a stretch, but I think it suffices. Also, I did not exclusively use slant rhymes but tried to incorporate a few, whether within lines or at the end of them.


The moon is more than a faraway place,
She among the stars is like a beacon
In a foggy harbor: a kind face she can
Offer. A muse she can provide, kinder
Than Poe’s raven, making the mind more open.

Her presence gives nourishment; she is rocky
So she understands. Sans wheat fields
She yields soul-food, remembering what’s good.
Sometimes she even sends a moonstone,
Reminding the lonely they’re not the only one.

To and From the Stars

So much is happening these days,
I need a ride in a spaceship,
Or some other faraway trip,
To escape this frenetic craze.

What’s needed now? To turn my gaze
Upon what’s beautiful and bright:
Even right here, there is the sight
Of stars, burning brightly from far
Away, a light which is not marred
By difficulties from this fight.

A dĂ©cima for this week’s challenge and also linked to FOWC: Frenetic. I forced myself to try to write a more positive ending to this poem. Key word is “try.”

The Space Between

I wrote another thing! This short piece is for this prompt about a journey and for Writing Wednesday from a week ago, “point.”


Not every point on the journey is lit —
How often must we walk in darkness
Or with trepidation, with faintest illumination?

Yet the space between stars creates constellations,
Space mostly unknown to the human eye —
While asking why, take in the tapestry of sky.

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From Behind the Trees

I wrote this last night, after Thanksgiving dinner, once my family had gone home, and the rest of us retreated to our own activities. I’m not 100% happy with the ending, but I am sharing it now for FOWC: Fidelity, since the moon has such fidelity as a poetic muse, for me and countless others. I write about the moon so often that there is a category on my blog for “poems about the moon.”


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Shiny Dreams

This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for this month. I colored it today. 

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There once was a cat on a cloud

Who loved to take in night’s dark shroud,

Because all the stars

And planets like Mars 

Finally to shine were allowed. 

I made up the limerick off the top of my head because why not. I know planets don’t shine, but in my colorful dream-world they do. 🙂 

Space for Maybe

Here is my second offering for DVerse quadrille Monday, using the word “possibility” or a form of it.


Perhaps we all can go to the moon,
Get on a rocket sometime soon,
The literal limitless of space,
Contains tons of possibilities to embrace.

We can travel to distant stars,
Maybe Venus will conquer Mars,
We will be aliens!
Wonder will have salience.