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.
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 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
forgetting…
you will always remember…
© Linda Moon
The wind has a purpose,
a profound message
hidden in gentle motion.
She knows everything
inside of you,
more often
than you know yourself…
© Linda Moon
There are so many folds
In the symbol of love.
Yet its fragrance
speaks quietly
In a language,
Only the heart
can understand …
© Linda Moon
Artist Silvio Löschner
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.
