Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Maiden, Mother, and Crone dipped in a fine batter of mental chaos, deep-fried golden in reserved backwoods-southern bacon grease.
The Well-Traveled, Well-Loved Skin She’s In
rolling thunder,
its sultry voice
the fingertips of gods
and lustful men ~
surveyors of her
landscape, feminine
curvatures carved, their
definition leaving scars
on thighs and folds
in bas relief, grooves
digging into what was
once fertile fields now
baring nought
but ripe, gritty truth
on full display;
and blushing wisdom ~
the fullness of knowing
and still wanting
to be wanted; wanton
anticipation
sighs upon wings falling;
flutters from between
her lips, the...
its sultry voice
the fingertips of gods
and lustful men ~
surveyors of her
landscape, feminine
curvatures carved, their
definition leaving scars
on thighs and folds
in bas relief, grooves
digging into what was
once fertile fields now
baring nought
but ripe, gritty truth
on full display;
and blushing wisdom ~
the fullness of knowing
and still wanting
to be wanted; wanton
anticipation
sighs upon wings falling;
flutters from between
her lips, the...
#women
#sex
#aging
#art
#acceptance
111 reads
10 Comments
Mambo #5
the end of a well-worn path
...always?
seems to arrive unexpectedly
~ never mind you’ve been waiting,
watching in slow motion
its march across the horizon
inch by excruciating mile,
~never mind it should feel
familiar by now;
the moment shows up unannounced,
scratching fresh paint from the door,
lost and unmoored, overflowing
empty hands deprived of everything
you once offered;
stale breath overfills these lungs
spilling out in mumbled curses ~
one by one, they tumble headlong ...
...always?
seems to arrive unexpectedly
~ never mind you’ve been waiting,
watching in slow motion
its march across the horizon
inch by excruciating mile,
~never mind it should feel
familiar by now;
the moment shows up unannounced,
scratching fresh paint from the door,
lost and unmoored, overflowing
empty hands deprived of everything
you once offered;
stale breath overfills these lungs
spilling out in mumbled curses ~
one by one, they tumble headlong ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
96 reads
11 Comments
Everything is Not About You, Girl (Senryu)
petty, meddling bitch
secrets flee disloyal lips
racing for cheap wins
secrets flee disloyal lips
racing for cheap wins
#women
#haiku
#senryu #feminism
#senryu #feminism
107 reads
16 Comments
Eden Intentional
fiercely delicate,
blooming in soil of my choice;
I am the wild rose
blooming in soil of my choice;
I am the wild rose
#love
#flowers
#nature #haiku
#nature #haiku
92 reads
5 Comments
Twilight Descending
a sacred space exists
where sleepy, fading sun
and vibrant, awakening moon
share the same warm spring sky;
nodding sweetly, they whisper
one to another in buttery ochres
and hushed blue-gray tones;
the first of the fireflies arrive
to wink at them both, knowingly
where sleepy, fading sun
and vibrant, awakening moon
share the same warm spring sky;
nodding sweetly, they whisper
one to another in buttery ochres
and hushed blue-gray tones;
the first of the fireflies arrive
to wink at them both, knowingly
#sun
#moon
#nature
105 reads
18 Comments
Morning Magic
dull-yellow, squared
numbers flicker into
focus
ten past seven~
way too early
again
a single moment
spent in blissful clarity
where I still allow myself
to see you and I as
you and I,
before my thoughts
realize my eyes are awake
and it is drowned, choking
on fear and resentment
I’m awake, I’m awake already
groaning in defeat
although I beat the alarm
by three full hours,
I roll over and begin
another day inside the frame;
a thousand small spells
taking the form...
numbers flicker into
focus
ten past seven~
way too early
again
a single moment
spent in blissful clarity
where I still allow myself
to see you and I as
you and I,
before my thoughts
realize my eyes are awake
and it is drowned, choking
on fear and resentment
I’m awake, I’m awake already
groaning in defeat
although I beat the alarm
by three full hours,
I roll over and begin
another day inside the frame;
a thousand small spells
taking the form...
#insomnia
#StreamOfConsciousness
141 reads
12 Comments
Haircut
today I chopped the last bits
of whoever I used to be
from the ends my hair
greeting the shock of
salt and pepper
with a smile
there you are, at last
of whoever I used to be
from the ends my hair
greeting the shock of
salt and pepper
with a smile
there you are, at last
#aging
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
100 reads
17 Comments
Star-shine, a Senryu
mouths full of smile-song
hearts beat stochastic rhythms
star-shined eyes dancing
hearts beat stochastic rhythms
star-shined eyes dancing
#happiness
#haiku
#senryu
115 reads
17 Comments
Meet Me on the Edge of What Was (And What Will Be)
and now, they meet here
just before dreams call them away,
to witness life beyond traversing
as Gaea gives glorious birth
to every possible future
before them, gifted
for their own choosing;
hearts undressed
and unburdened
by the sadness of what was
and the fear of what will come
glow in hope from sheltered,
shadowed chests;
they speak softly of love
in loud voices and precise words
of affirmation and assurances
offered freely in sacred
and honest flow of truth
between hands intertwined
just before dreams call them away,
to witness life beyond traversing
as Gaea gives glorious birth
to every possible future
before them, gifted
for their own choosing;
hearts undressed
and unburdened
by the sadness of what was
and the fear of what will come
glow in hope from sheltered,
shadowed chests;
they speak softly of love
in loud voices and precise words
of affirmation and assurances
offered freely in sacred
and honest flow of truth
between hands intertwined
#love
#dreams
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
93 reads
10 Comments
Body in Rebellion
..it’s a funny thing
when the body rebels
against its owner,
arms and legs
wildly changing course
unexpectedly pushing
when you mean to pull,
and letting go
when you mean to hold on;
against intended direction,
legs get the signal to move
a millisecond too late
and suddenly, there is no more
assurance of your capability;
it’s only the moment when
you realize your limbs
now have a mind
of their own
that you begin to wonder
what you could have done
with them
when they were still loyal...
when the body rebels
against its owner,
arms and legs
wildly changing course
unexpectedly pushing
when you mean to pull,
and letting go
when you mean to hold on;
against intended direction,
legs get the signal to move
a millisecond too late
and suddenly, there is no more
assurance of your capability;
it’s only the moment when
you realize your limbs
now have a mind
of their own
that you begin to wonder
what you could have done
with them
when they were still loyal...
#illness
#NaPoWriMo2021
100 reads
13 Comments
Kintsugi
I’d become quite the expert
at lining up my jagged seams,
gluing them all down from inside,
piecing myself together for you,
pretending to be whole
nothing is beyond repair
once you stop trying to
hide that it was ever broken,
believing no one will notice
my contents under pressure
boiled from concealed cracks
whenever I finally felt full,
burning the hands that tried
to hold me from the outside
nothing is beyond remedy
once you stop trying to
equate progress with perfection, ...
at lining up my jagged seams,
gluing them all down from inside,
piecing myself together for you,
pretending to be whole
nothing is beyond repair
once you stop trying to
hide that it was ever broken,
believing no one will notice
my contents under pressure
boiled from concealed cracks
whenever I finally felt full,
burning the hands that tried
to hold me from the outside
nothing is beyond remedy
once you stop trying to
equate progress with perfection, ...
#NaPoWriMo2021
101 reads
13 Comments
The Airport in Oregon
the very first time
I witnessed the dawn,
it was on the rise
from beneath
the evergreen knit
of his jacket;
I must have said something
that reminded him
of the importance of this moment,
of its bliss for ever having
happened at all;
his smile became the sunrise,
bright and glorious
with the promise
of new beginnings;
looking back
over his shoulder,
I found his eyes
searching ~
pine and moss,
earth and sunlight, reflected ~
rooting me to this moment
and to him ...
I witnessed the dawn,
it was on the rise
from beneath
the evergreen knit
of his jacket;
I must have said something
that reminded him
of the importance of this moment,
of its bliss for ever having
happened at all;
his smile became the sunrise,
bright and glorious
with the promise
of new beginnings;
looking back
over his shoulder,
I found his eyes
searching ~
pine and moss,
earth and sunlight, reflected ~
rooting me to this moment
and to him ...
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2021
83 reads
13 Comments
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