Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Thursday, May 9, 2024

By Deborah P Kolodji

barking

at the sea wind

wolf moon


Deborah P Kolodji



constant bird chatter

silently I sit

with butterflies


Deborah P Kolodji


synchronized swimming

long-beaked dolphins

jump the waves


Deborah P Kolodji



ring cluster

through the telescope

our distance


Deborah P Kolodji

Tuesday, May 7, 2024

By Louise Hopewell

wishing well

the orange question mark

of a koi

Louise Hopewell



droning cicadas

a fairy wren flits

shadow to shadow


Louise Hopewell

By cp howes

on a pond

steps to the sun

water lilies


cp howes


 

cryptic postcards

From interstellar lasers

crop circles


cp howes

By Nalini Shetty

morning coffee

the bitter taste

of yesterday’s news


Nalini Shetty



dinner for one

the candle burns

at both ends

Nalini Shetty



unfollow button

friendship reduced

to a click

Nalini Shetty

By Ravi Kiran

first cruise

the destination

doesn’t matter

Ravi Kiran


 

deep within

the shifting sands

camel tracks

Ravi Kiran


 

sometimes in sync

the legs

of flamingos

Ravi Kiran

By Hassane Zemmouri

lonely as my goldfish bubbles of past memories

Hassane Zemmouri

By Tuyet Van Do

afternoon drive

in the passenger seat

fur baby

Tuyet Van Do

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

language of flowers

does lilac have an accent

in the English garden

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont



two lines on the test

my girlfriend is going to have

a coronavirus

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Vishal Prabhu

prayer beads

tugging at the nought

between creations

Vishal Prabhu

By Chen-ou Liu

all that

remains

down

to

the dark


alone

Chen-ou Liu



where were you born?

a neighbor's knife-sharp question ...

near the fence

I see green leaves and buds

on a maple tree stump

Chen-ou Liu



my body lies

next to my wife's for years

and yet

in a corner of my mind

this woman in red

Chen-ou Liu

By Pitt Büerken

spring

the war picks up

pace again


Pitt Büerken


he cheers

she wonders

it works

Pitt Büerken

By Douglas J. Lanzo

rolling mist

blue-gray mountains

awaken

Douglas J. Lanzo



steeped in endless fog

mountain folds

older than glaciers

Douglas J. Lanzo

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

watertolandtowater

again and again

the tide turns

Deborah Karl-Brandt



stepping around

one million earthworms

spring rain

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Scott F. Parker

lost in the orchard

in no hurry to be found—

poems grow on trees

Scott F. Parker

By Kathryn Haydon

jazz quintet

grooving inside

the storm

Kathryn Haydon



faking a smile

plastic ferns

in the dentist’s office


Kathryn Haydon

By Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

exchanged glances

petals of daisies

scattered in the wind

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

By Mona Bedi

lunar eclipse

the frayed edges

of her memory


Mona Bedi



airport clocks —

all the places

i could be


Mona Bedi

By Daniel Birnbaum

end of autumn

a goat eats

the bark of a pine tree

Daniel Birnbaum

By Nicola Schaum

cloud spotting my troubles shifting shape

Nicola Schaum



sensory extension

the deaf cat sees, I listen

summer rain

 Nicola Schaum



termite tango

drifting wings

glisten at dusk

Nicola Schaum

By Olivia Sitlub

The sound of the harp

in the heart of a forest

invigorates me

relieving my mind with grace

providing peace to my soul

Olivia Sitlub

By Wilda Morris

from the brush

a rabbit with a torn ear

evening chill

Wilda Morris



translucent windows

of an old house

cicada skin

Wilda Morris

Monday, May 6, 2024

By Tony Williams

cutting his own hair

the boy

still in my son


Tony Williams


desire path

the scent of something

that isn’t here


Tony Williams



quieter

the path

between the trees


Tony Williams

Sunday, May 5, 2024

By John Hawkhead

late arrival

mum joins the family

grave

John Hawkhead



schoolyard teams

the last one picked

the first to die

John Hawkhead

By JL Huffman

my hip her heart

alternating illnesses

staying alive

JL Huffman

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

eggs fried

crisp around the edges …

learning to say no

Joseph P. Wechselberger



tasting the moon—

the way your eyes look

looking at me

Joseph P. Wechselberger



a phone number written

inside an old matchbook …

yard sale sport coat

Joseph P. Wechselberger



the smell of fresh-baked pie

a game of checkers

on the front porch

Joseph P. Wechselberger

By Jovana Dragojlovic

leaving a job

fern on the desk

misses me


Jovana Dragojlovic

By Jerome Berglund

crushed sun hat

mosaics

form a point

Jerome Berglund



down the aisle

bird sanctuary

 

Jerome Berglund

By Jharna Sanyal

       red truck

  driving away

my midlife crisis

Jharna Sanyal



birds at dusk ...

so much to say

to each other

Jharna Sanyal