Cold Moon Journal

Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier

Monday, June 24, 2024

By Diane Funston

Athena’s tags

mosaicked onto headstone

her collar

never returned by vet

unless it’s in the ashes

Diane Funston



after our long vacation

away from poetry groups

I return

but still entranced

by Mexico’s colors

Diane Funston

By Shawn Blair

cold moon

her silhouette

in the window

Shawn Blair



going gray

a fish crow disappears

into sea fog

Shawn Blair

 

 

lace curtains . . .

snowflakes blackening

the road

Shawn Blair



mourning doves

in the park

a pair

of Civil War cannons

blazing in the sun

Shawn Blair

 

 

bone broth

smoke rising

over the quarry

Shawn Blair



spring night

a ladder not quite reaching

the cat

Shawn Blair

By Joanna Ashwell

if only

these golden flowers

were sunrise

Joanna Ashwell



holding a part

of our dream

dandelion meadow

Joanna Ashwell

By Laurie Kuntz

A mother's voice:

the stillness of trees

before a burst of blossom.

Laurie Kuntz



From my view

the ocean offers little relief

still I look.

Laurie Kuntz

By Jonathan English

Mockingbird song

the empty cherry tree

overflowing

Jonathan English


circle of full moon

shining through mist and pine

even in this city

Jonathan English



moist spring earth

the wings of the butterfly

lifting

Jonathan English

 

 

spring serenade—

under the green holly tree

the bumblebee and I

Jonathan English

By Susan Lee Roberts

campfire embers

a flute sweetens

the darkness


Susan Lee Roberts



summer picnic—

shimmering leaves

shower me in song


Susan Lee Roberts

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

By Elena Zouain

hammock –

evening falls before

the afterword

Elena Zouain



summer rain –

in my garden the blue hydrangea

even bluer


Elena Zouain


summer solstice –

I listen to the whispers

of scented shadows


Elena Zouain


white roses –

the moon keeps

the secret


Elena Zouain

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

By Stephanie Zepherelli

silhouettes

on the café wall

telling stories

Stephanie Zepherelli

By Lakshman Bulusu

a summer ginkgo walk –

Isha, Basho, and Issa

in every verse I write

Lakshman Bulusu

By S.Eta Grubešić

Robin chirping

brought to life in my mind

your touch –

one more kiss

and I would join you.

S.Eta Grubešić



twigs

S.Eta Grubešić

Monday, June 17, 2024

By Poh Jes

 

at the orange slides

the spotted pigeon and I

day off

image and words Poh Jes

Sunday, June 16, 2024

By Eugeniusz Zacharski

low tide

life comes out of the sea

again

Eugeniusz Zacharski



killer heat

at the watering hole

a pack of wolves

Eugeniusz Zacharski

By Rita Melissano

tangoing as one    forgotten step

Rita Melissano

 

 

she's still here

for some strange reason

clocks run backwards                                           

the storm after the quiet                        

a phoenix's return to ashes   

Rita Melissano



countless years

when our life was a rainbow

in the night

tĂŞte-Ă -tĂŞte, cheek to cheek,

holding a thousand candles      

Rita Melissano



listening

to the voice within

the mirror...

its whispers a breath

left in the fog

Rita Melissano

 

 

what is left                          

of the Japanese garden                     

the lantern

a lighthouse sitting on a bluff                         

above the blue, smooth pebbles


Rita Melissano       

By Scott F. Parker

pasture gate latched

on either side

no fence


Scott F. Parker



after the rain

all the happy grass

waving in the wind

Scott F. Parker



turtles on the shore

keeping busy

maintaining stillness


Scott F. Parker

By Katharine Angelina Love

my heart is beach glass

 translucent, delicate, mauve

 softened by the sand

Katharine Angelina Love

By Surya Nes

yellow rice─

settling farmer's

fortune in a plate

Surya Nes

By Lorraine A Padden

pajamas…

another superhero dream

takes flight

Lorraine A Padden



trouting

the arc of a midsummer

rainbow

Lorraine A Padden



asking her grandmother about love fresh daisies

Lorraine A Padden



incoming…

baby formula airdropped

over a war zone

Lorraine A Padden

By Audrey Quinn

night fog

across the Sound

a horn solo

Audrey Quinn



from adjoining terraces

the sounds of summer

sunscreen mist

Audrey Quinn



night walk

two dogs

square off

Audrey Quinn

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

By Govind Joshi

summer fair

children chasing

soap bubbles

Govind Joshi



story

within a story

this life

Govind Joshi

By Todd Matson

my sweet baby girls –

they are no longer babies

and not always sweet

Todd Matson

 

 

his philanthropy –

the gifts he kept on giving

for his vanity

Todd Matson



unconditional –

the love of a little dog

is God spelled backward

Todd Matson

By Ravi Kiran

rush hour

the manoeuvrability

of an ambulance

Ravi Kiran



between a beard

and the grey moustache

a few missing teeth

Ravi Kiran



Alzheimer’s

her favourite dress

for the first time

Ravi Kiran



what are the odds

of meeting you again

shooting star

Ravi Kiran

By j rap

escaping

through fence pickets

wildflower seeds


j rap

 



you pick out things

from my hair

lovebug


j rap



By Alvin B. Cruz

words we said too late lilacs

Alvin B. Cruz



insomnia

yesterday’s rain

still falling

Alvin B. Cruz



rain after a long drought mother’s remission

Alvin B. Cruz

By Patricia Carragon

buds sprout

on maple trees

cat in deep sleep

Patricia Carragon

By Nancy Brady

spring evening

seeping though the window

the skunk's scent


Nancy Brady

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

taking a nap

with eyes closed

seeing everything

Stephen Jarrell Williams



an old man

gazing up to heaven

wondering when
 

Stephen Jarrell Williams



children singing

on the mountaintops

pleading with us

Stephen Jarrell Williams

By Tomislav Maretić

deserted streets –

birdsong fills

the silence

Tomislav Maretić

By Vandana Parashar

buried nuts

how easy it is

to be forgotten

Vandana Parashar

By Pitt BĂĽerken

shitty day

she holds herself

to the drinking straw


Pitt BĂĽerken




really

that can’t be true

indeed

what’s to be seen

seems incredible


Pitt BĂĽerken

By Steve Van Allen

winds pick up at sunset

sign of a coming front

wet whispers of rain

Steve Van Allen