Poem © 2013 by Joyce
Mason
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Like grace after
meals
I thank the universe
for a belly full
of this lunar month
seeds of new
start-ups
growing inside me
bloating me with new
promise
fulfillment
I think about what to
name you
babies of the Moon Mother
offspring of my wild
intuition
knowing
that you join a
family
fertile with wild
abandon
my long cycle of
Moonchildren
silver balloons
that when it comes to
creativity
have no strings.
~.~.~
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It's Astro-Poetry month on The Radical Virgo!Watch for poems that preview Earth to Sky: Astrology Based Blessings, Prayers, Poems and Meditations throughout April 2013. For more poetry, visit Stitched Verse.
lovely idea with a poetry month, Joyce.
ReplyDeletehere one of my favourites, Erich Fried's Was es ist, in English.
What it is
It is nonsense
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is misfortune
says calculation
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It is hopeless
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ridiculous
says pride
It is careless
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love
Glad you're enjoying Poetry Month, Mads--and thanks for this wonderful share! I certainly relate to it as my own experience of love.
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