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A Dying Earth

A poem is a land with oceans and shores looking up at swelling moons and shrinking suns that live in cloud-choked skies that spend their days and nights stretching over a dying earth ©Vivian Zems Real Toads- Tuesday Platform

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Still Moon

A single moon remains still as the day tries to undo the night and the night tries to lift the ocean while the ocean beats the rocks and the rocks skewer the earth who tries to hold herself together ©Vivian... Continue Reading →

On a Night Like This……

What would a still river say of its thirsty trees? Would it ask them to come in a little tighter on its banks? Perhaps the dark fog may be a reminder of hope circling the drain Perhaps the approaching night... Continue Reading →

Closed Doors

No story ever stands alone; there being a backstory buried beneath. Even the backstory has its own backstory….and so on. So next time you see a closed door...think again. Behind closed doors where naked skies reign without moon or stars... Continue Reading →

Cool, Calm…A-glow!

American Indians gave names to each of the full moons to keep track of the passing year. The names are associated with the entire month until the next full moon occurs. January happens to be my birth-month, and I've found... Continue Reading →

What Quarrel?

 “A violent windstorm the night before the solstice Jim Harrison  Solstice Litany   What quarrel has the moon with the sun? What angst has the wind with the ocean? What battle has the land with the sea? We don't know the conversations... Continue Reading →

Night’s Stage

  [...] "There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon."[...]  Matsuo Basho night sets the stage between moon and spring flower a spread of beauty Carpe... Continue Reading →

Reunited

you were so far like clouds across the moon I've missed you ©Vivian Zems MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille https://youtu.be/V4R97AeM6IE

I’ll Be The Moon

Mayhap not as bright as a sun drenched sky my face pours forth a soft glow in your shadows mayhap not as hot as that passionate star my coolness bathes you with soothing tones mayhap not scorch to touch as... Continue Reading →

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