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Hello: Said The Sun To the Moon

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Looking out at the east of the river,

the roaring blue waves approaching,

I sensed the depth of the sun’s golden heat narrowing down in the sheer coldness of the morning. The taste of times in stillness. The waves beating out the salt of ocean. Slapping the bank with the tide.

The void of loneliness, is there. The unwanted worries are there. Opened wounds are there- carried in the emptiness of the morning.

The moon and sun are met together, one saying hello and another replied “so long.” “Until next time. Til we are met together- side by side”

A silver of light peeks through.

One sliver light after the another.

Turning tables of the morning

human souls ablaze

tipping hats in kindness

kicking the ache of the soul,

satisfying goodness,

with nourishment, softened by each tip,

then a human-smile, is born in gold.

kindness. sis Krissy


Sunday’s Sun

today's sun

We made our pots to catch

God’s Sunshine

with life’s fleeting currants

the heart’s desire is to dance

Drifting in semi straight lines

Maybe we’d crash

maybe we’ll fly

yet dashing through each frame

gazing straight into the sun

Spoons (Day 28 NaPoWriMo

Sanity -Night,

Hog-weeds are much taller in late-spring.

Miles of untapered

Normality-falling into


Hearts-pumping in misery

Watching the sun and moon hold hands

pressing breast to breast -ironsmithing, effervescent


Fabric-wrapping Emerald’s

Violet kisses  through subway tracks,

stretching printed patterns that make each girl,


giggling in spoons of love.

In this poem I give my abstract attempt of bridge in love…So as I saw the moon and I saw the sun too I say “well now these two gift me such a delightful treat…and  that’s when the words came..

Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

Happy writing!


STILL HERE -Langston Hughes

STILL HERE BY Langston Hughes- 1902-1967

I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between ’em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!

Langston Hughes

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