Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

By Mark Gilbert

clouds


drifting

apart

Mark Gilbert



my early times

challenging lifestyle

address unknown

image and words Mark Gilbert

 


 

By Stephanie Zepherelli

children’s laughter

catching soap bubbles

with a butterfly net

Stephanie Zepherelli



foggy morning

forgotten dreams

on the pillow

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

empty bed

sitting in the rocking chair

remembering

Stephen Jarrell Williams



she has a way

to stop and start

hearts

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Dan C. Iulian

autumn rain

weighing each word

she says

Dan C. Iulian

By Nicoletta Ignatti

summer sea—

the wings of a seagull

enliven the sky

Nicoletta Ignatti



scorching sun—

living in the shadow

of myself

Nicoletta Ignatti

By Hynek Koziol

end of town —

the path to her house

overgrown with vetch

Hynek Koziol

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

By B. L. Bruce

paling sky

the poison flower

blooms


B. L. Bruce



equinox—

Saturn’s dance

with the moon


B. L. Bruce

By Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

withered roses . . .

a love story

ended too soon

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore



cruel world . . .

yet many roses

in bloom


Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

By Sébastien Revon

reaching out

the teenager’s gaze

into the void

Sébastien Revon



writer’s block

somewhere

the blackbird


Sébastien Revon

By Patricia Carragon

bare feet encounter

Coney Island sand

feeling the burn

Patricia Carragon



tar on sidewalk

melts like chocolate

in the heat

Patricia Carragon

By Randy Brooks

back home

from voting

the forgotten chocolate

in my pocket

gone soft

Randy Brooks



life of a poet

raising a few

choice

words

in the garden
 

Randy Brooks

By James Penha


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

python coiled

in durian tree ready

to sleep not strike

image and words James Penha

Monday, August 26, 2024

By Govind Joshi

harvest time

the unbeatable law

of karma

Govind Joshi



river transit

the lighthouse keeper

now doubles as innkeeper

Govind Joshi

By Yasir Farooq

autumn leaves

in the bucket

silence

Yasir Farooq

By Pitt Büerken

waiting

for Aladdin to come back

oil lamp

Pitt Büerken

By Anthony Lusardi

outdoor barbecue:

on the radio

john lennon

with the cicadas

adding their beat

Anthony Lusardi

By Elena Zouain

freshness of the night –

little by little the moon also moves away


Elena Zouain



poppy –

the transparency of its dress


Elena Zouain



summer evening –

the symphony of silence

resounds

Elena Zouain

By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

frosty morning

talking to each other up close

the two white bubbles

where our words meet –

a winter love story

Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont

By Oscar Luparia

 

midsummer dream

only Puck

is late

image and words Oscar Luparia

By Timothy Daly

cold tea my life wasted on work

 
Timothy Daly

 




no less lovely

than the roses

. . . daisies


image and words Timothy Daly

By Stephen Toft

winter stars

gritting the road

to the hospice

Stephen Toft



cirrus cloud

a wisp of sheep’s fleece

on the wire fence


Stephen Toft

By Joshua St. Claire

pink oleander

the scent of sunset

sings me into the sound

Joshua St. Claire



the ocean reveals

its colors 

dusk waves

Joshua St. Claire

By Tony Williams

skimming stone…

our home

in the universe


Tony Williams



tell me your name—

twisty blue

and purple thing


Tony Williams

By M. R. Pelletier

Heat wave—

   thanking the oaks

   that line the street

M. R. Pelletier



Recess—

   the schoolyard sparrows

   hide


M. R. Pelletier

By Mark Hendrickson

empty pews

in the old chapel

deadwood

Mark Hendrickson



my road trip with you

rolling down route 66

tumbleweeds

Mark Hendrickson

By Robert Witmer

parallel lives

a wormhole

in the first apple

Robert Witmer



a bird

sipping rain

from a worn-out shoe

Robert Witmer

By Wanda Amos

ancient swamp now desert

emerging from dust

dinosaurs

Wanda Amos




no escape…

a bad dream

on replay

image and words Wanda Amos

Saturday, August 24, 2024

By Anthony Ward

Finding a moth

Glued to the condensation

I reflect upon death

Anthony Ward