distant streetlight third-quarter moon
so late
it’s already tomorrow
ALL CAPS MOON
just black coffee
that year I was
the crescent moon
just another cirrus day moon
CTRL f the moon
sfumato
moonlight
through the Atlantic mist
after the last streetlight moon
leaving it
untitled
the moon
migraine
curled up
into a trapezoid of moonlight
moon through altostratus
a porchlight turns on
at the end of the lane
another haiku
about nothing
new moon night
Joshua St. Claire
(Image by DWB)
Saragun Springs 
Joshua
This is like a moon coming in and out of a bank of speeding clouds. A great secret loneliness is present as the mind connects with the Moon, which is probably at the same time being looked at by thousands, millions. Yet as in as many secret ways.
Leila
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Great images and this stood out to me:
“migraine
curled up
into a trapezoid of moonlight”
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One fine image after another, including the photo.
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Joshua
Anyone who isn’t fascinated by the moon must have a heart of stone. Every time I see it again it renews my faith in beauty again, at least for a few crucial moments. CONQUERING the moon and journeying there to plant a flag upon it is an entirely other story. But even with the pathetic little flags stuck in it, the Moon itself still smiles on. Sometimes I wonder who put it there and if “no one” did that’s somehow even more impressive in certain ways. (It makes me think that “no one” we see might really be a Someone – invisible to mortal eyes, except in the created works all around us.)
Today’s series of poems by yourself shows how to make an eternally human subject NEW again, which is, by inserting individual Personality into the mix. Many have seen the moon and all see it a little differently, just like the uncannily true Leila says.
Dale
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