waning moon
slowing down
of
the old walker
Govind Joshi
down the sink
all your exotic bottles
of sauces and vinegars
the
orange-flower water
how it pains me
to break its seal
Alexis Rotella
ice flowers…
on my window
moon
stories
Steliana Voicu
Royal Train arrives —
in the old man's hands
trembling
chrysanthemums
Steliana Voicu
sipping ginger tea
as I read the newsfeed
a
new president
Tuyet Van Do
garage sale —
in the garden corner
Buddha's
grin
Tuyet Van Do
foggy
dawn
the milk froth
in my first coffee
Oscar Luparia
pick-up
points . . .
the sledge of Santa
lighter and lighter
Oscar
Luparia
Christmas parties
please everyone remember
not
to overdo
Oscar Luparia
bony
fingers of lightening her hair caught in his grip
Kelly Sargent
picking
up the pieces purple heart
Kelly Sargent
multiple personas
a stack of hats
perfectly balanced
Stephanie Zepherelli
junk mail
the same old stuff
i tell myself
Stephanie Zepherelli
act four
dancing alone
with
shadows
Stephanie Zepherelli
walking with shadows
before they arrive
dark
premonitions
Stephanie Zepherelli
hundredth
time
I’ve walked this path ...
still learning the
shadows
j rap
the busboy drags
a trash bin
to the curb
spring moon
j rap
autumn
dusk
thump of trucks
on the highway bridge
j
rap
sunset sky
brushstrokes
of peach and lemon
j rap
cloudy beach day
a coming out party
for
the son
j rap
jasmine scented
autumn breeze
rustles the hibiscus —
yet my heart is uneasy
thinking
about tomorrow
Mohua Maulik
a glass of water
the chopstick bends
without
bending
Xiaoou Chen
heading home
the horse’s hoofs hardly
touch
the ground
Xiaoou Chen
a new year
talks of peace
not
even begun
Marjolein Rotsteeg
hibernation —
I'm struck by an attack
of
hedgehog envy
Marjolein
Rotsteeg
cold North wind
merciless
on
old bones
Marjolein Rotsteeg
moth-eaten quilt
it remains
the
cat’s favourite
Marjolein Rotsteeg
On January 1, 2025 all January poems I have in my computer will be published here.
If you have a Cold Moon Journal acceptance for the new year and it’s not included in that January 1 batch, kindly forward that email to me so I can fix things. I was clearing out the trash and sent folders so a new editor could take over, but apparently things got out of hand! I apologize.
Additionally, I know I had two last poems to use in December. Those are lost as well. So if you are one of these poets, please forward your email to me.
Again, I am sorry for the inconvenience.
~Robin (Roberta Beach Jacobson)
ancient battle
the sea reflects the glare
of
the gold armor
Eugeniusz Zacharski
milky way
the distant road
to
the void
Eugeniusz Zacharski