The full moon greeted me on a frigid morning this week. I don’t think Iphones are great at taking moon photos. This photo with its automatic longer exposure blurred the cloud cover creating an interesting effect, don’t you think? I know I’ve featured moon photos here often. Like ocean view photos, I never tire of the peaceful feeling of a full moon, especially the bright light on a cold morning.
Dawning Wolf Moon
Moon’s perfect circle
holds me in her gaze.
Her royal crown welcomes dawn.I look up and belong
to her still space.
In her light, I find
my footing.
Today as I write, I am thinking about word choice. The last line has a few scratches in my notebook. The choices were:
I belong to the night
I become myself
I see light that welcomes me
There are many choices when writing a poem, and I am never sure which one is the right choice, and perhaps they are all good. How do you decide what words to choose? What makes a final draft? Is there really such a thing?
Join me today in writing about the moon (again) or anything else that is needing to be written. I offer a safe place where you belong.
Reflections on the Teche 
Curtain sweeps across the stage;
audience holds its breath,
then audibly sighs
in wonderment.
I love the word choice of “wonderment.”
Sometimes working on a poem is like doing a puzzle, trying different pieces until you find one that fits.
You draw us in and capture the scene well, thanks Donna!
Wonderful, Donna—love the image of “audience holds its breath”!
Forgot to finish before I posted!
Love this picture. And I like the connectedness this poem evokes.
I, too, find myself with random potential lines. It often ends up that it means none are adequate for what I want, and I find something either completely different or combine them somewhat…and then sit back and sigh when it comes together!
tread on Earth’s land,
she welcomes you kindly.
in the dark skies,
as shining Moon greets you,
they are cradled in clouds
drifting by.
you are simply
a guest
in a world
that does not belong
to you.
so make sure
to treat her kindly.
Adelyn, 6th grade
Oh, my—Adelyn’s words touch me so deeply.
Morning Margaret, thanks for your magical-moon-image that immediately drew me in and your sensitive poem.
MOON
your constancy reassures
in a world of inconstancy
your radiating orb-aura
fill us with energy and hope
your wrapped gossamer image
offers a mystical shield-of-protection
you’re a beam-like life raft reaching upward
when darkness encroaches all around us
your daily eternal presence
reminds us to persevere…
Michelle Kogan, draft
I like how you addressed the moon as in an ode.
You capture so much of what it is that fascinates us about the moon….
Margaret, I love seeing your “scratched” choices for the last line, and your chosen one. The moon compels us from so early in our lives to stare at it in all its phases. I see in my little granddaughter who can’t quite get the “oooo” sound yet, but repeats the word over and over as she points to the silver circle outside her front window, and its gorgeous reflection in the lake across the street.
LUCKY BABY
the moon loves your face
looks into your wide eyes
and smiles a prayer for you
as she whisper-speaks your name.
Such a sweet poem. I love whisper-speaks.