Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block

© Linda Moon

Scrabble tiles shuffled

A mental shift in bingo stems

Inability to reach and reveal

What is symbolic on the other side.

Dust collects on an empty game board

Strategies void

Silence wins this round

Perhaps tomorrow I shall try again.

My Garden of Love

In my solitude

I hear secrets about me

only told to the flowers.

A voice whispering

from stars to dust,

from gates of gold to soil.

It says:

“You are a collection

of all the people

you have ever loved~

~Linda Moon

When You Want to Forget

match in rain

When stillness hums inside your ears
and you feel your heartbeat
raise the skin upon your chest.

When unspoken words
perch on the end of your tongue
and you endure the distortions of your senses.

When the dark spots in your eyes
manifest an absolute reality
to rationalize unconscious thoughts.

When always and unable
rekindle an eternal recurrence
concealing what is loved forevermore.

When you begin to remember
as exhaling a breath awaits for an inhale
you will relive once more
you will always remember…

© Linda Moon

Silent Reverie

Forest and owl wallpaper
As a bird perched on a bending branch
She felt gratitude to the last amber leaf,
Bowing on the end of its twig
Intoxicated in their silent reverie.

She stares up at the sky
Giant clouds swirling like bits of cotton,
Knowing one will graciously land without wings
While the other will sing just the same.

These are the powers beyond the horizon
In the perils of solitude
In found freedom and letting go.
Plunging out of a dream
Synchronizing mixed imagery,
As she wrapped her wings up
in bedsheets like a nest.

The Mystery of Grief

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The mystery of existence
is how you love.
How you surrender
and nurture
every glorious pleasure
of your soul
with one another.

In one moment
You can be brought
to your knees.
Not by their absence
but that of the gratitude
that precedes it.

Your soul weeps
and withers
by the tears no one sees.
You have survived
and sustained
many shattered
pieces of your heart.
A pain…
no man should endure.

Take heed
for you will
never love less.

You will
always carry
something broken
within you.
Grief has a way
of reuniting us
with pain.

We have more scars
on our souls
than in life itself.
Do not take solace
in the emptiness.
For your gift of life
would be as painful
as the grief you carry.

© Linda Moon