moon

Draped in a window frame,

Watching the ever-changing

White face of the moon.

Starlight a light kiss

Upon his alabaster skin.

The chilling wind

Whispers the secrets of the world,

As he stares

Into a black + white void

And dreams of eternity.

"Such a lonely death, all by himself." "It was by his own hands." "Yes, I guess that was all the people he needed." "Hmm" Wind lightly tugged at their clothes. She whispered in their ears, sending light shivers down their spines. She kissed their cheeks, running her fingers through their hair. "Suppose he wanted someone there? To stop him. Maybe to comfort him during his passing." Sun dipped lower over the horizon, making way for his sister; Moon. The two siblings could never get along, they always had to be in separate parts of the sky. Two gods of death stood side by side as Sun cast his last few flickers of light over the world below. "Is this how it feels to be human?" Ash asked, twisting her hands while staring at the body before her. "I suppose," was Eric's response. "There is a certain feel to it all. Life, I mean." "Hmm?" "Lonely. If one never finds their other half. But so beautiful at the same time." "Huh." Sister Moon peeked over the hills. She rapidly danced her way into the sky, happy to give her soft light to those below. "It's peculiar. That is the word. Unpredictable." "I guess you're right." The stars followed in Moon's path, swirling and dancing. Lighting up the dark places their mother's light simply could not reach. "Eric?" "Yeah?" "Suppose things were different." "How do you mean?" "What if Sun and Moon got along?" "What are you talking about?" "Would they stand in the sky together, or would they stay apart, simply to give their light to those unable to live without it? Read more »

Part 1: Silence Whispers

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Down I path I strode

Through the forest grove

Many choices lay before me

Many decisions lay behind

From the sky above me soft rain fell down

Strewn across my path were

A dozen purple flowers all dimpled of the moon

The cobwebs of my life trailed across my face 

As they were swept away anew

The time for constant has been lost,

Breathed the ever-changing wind

The time for certainty is gone,

Sighed the chancy rain

The time for safety is not now,

Gurgled the rushing stream

Will you take this path,

They all cried out as one

To the forever changing, uncertain, dangerous unknown?

Or will you come ne'er this way again.

I stood and thought and thought some more

And decided what was best;

To walk the edge of dreams,

Or share a common fate?

I chose my way and the voices brushed my ears once more,

Your old life is over,

They rang out

Now let us begin again.

Shining silver light

Trickling down the tree trunks

Pooling on the forest floor

Then rising again

On the backs of howls

Ringing through the lonely trees

Streaming through the darkness

Shaping the shadows

To the moon's desire

I'll never forget how the moon shone that night.

It was only a crescent, but it was enough.

Cars passed by, and as we sliced the low-lying clouds

we were as alone as we ever will be.

I reached for my coffee, but you caught my hand,

fingers intertwining in the pattern they've practiced so often before.

Slumber turned to smile, and the crinkle flowed through your beard,

up to sideburns

weaving with brown curls, soft in the warm night air.

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I do not know if other people saw it yesterday, but the moon was beautiful. It was about 10:40 when I went out to look at it. I decided to bring my camera to try and take pictures. I got a couple ones that were okay, but it is hard to take a good picture. Then I thought to myself, pictures are worth a thousand words. It is a phrase that we hear often but it is true. For an example, I could sit here and try to describe the moon for you. BUT it would be nothing like actually seeing it. There is just no way to get that much detail about something so beautiful. Read more »

Riddled with craters,
The moon is bright
So bright, that it hides any stars near it.
The moon changes shape and brightness
Sometimes it is dim, slim, and slender
Other times it is full, bright and large
The moon starts as a Wolf
Moon
Snow moon A
Sap moon N
Pink moon D
Flower moon
Strawberry moon C
Thunder moon H
Corn moon A
Harvest moon N Read more »

The sky seems as though it shall be forever gray.
And never to be that perfect blue again.
And the sun will never dare to shine.
Or peak behind the dismal clouds.
The only thing that will be bright in our sky,
is the lonesome moon,
and it's fellow stars.
Otherwise,
as thought is seems,
we will experiencing eternal rain.
And lasting thunder,
pounding against the ever dampening earth.

The moon is a gentleman. Elegant and quiet. Peaceful and caring. But he never has any company. He is lonely and longing for a wife and family. He feels as nobody appreciates him because nobody ever sees him. He watches couples taking walks and talking and falling in love with is light. But he wanted a love of his own. Read more »

Purple fluffy clouds
Bleeding crimson light across the autumn sky
Covering the golden light
Fading quickly to deep blue
To black
Lady Moon rises, spilling silver light
Until she is swallowed by dark clouds
Who rule the night

Talk (Across the Universe)

Funny thing is,
Everything ends
You’re no longer near
But when the sun is gone, I don’t have a fear
You are here

If we could yell across the universe,
Oh, the things that would burst
From these lips of ours
We’d be free of these bars

I would tell you all I know
Of our planet down below
You’d tell me how all goes up there
The moon by your side, floating in air
I would stare

The stars we would wake
Before the orange daybreak
The galaxies would turn and stare
But I wouldn’t mind, not with you there. Read more »

Nighttime falls, as I sit outside
The moon a tiny crescent peeks out from the clouds.
Crickets chirp as the night air-cools.
A first star twinkles in the sky.
Dancing across the sky as it fly’s through the night.
I wish upon a shooting star.

When I look out the window
at night,
I see a million lights,
shining down on earth.
Even tough the stars are exploding
A million years ago,
and we see them now,
they are still beautiful,
and not to mention far away.

I also see big bright star,
but that’s no star; that’s our moon
where we had been dreaming to get to,
since the start of mankind,
and finally after many attempts, some fatal,
we reached the moon.

The first man on the moon,
Neil Armstrong, said a quote,
a quote that would not be forgotten,
“This is a small step for man, a giant leap for mankind.”
Those words are forever remembered and will continue to be,
but I also see space or the final frontier.
Someday we will travel through space and beyond.

I also see a key to our survival,
but someday will cause our downfall:
the sun.
Unless we can travel to those stars and beyond,
because the sun will one day explode and destroy our galaxy,
so we’re not as individual countries. Read more »

By Shania Perham
Clarendon Elementary School, Grade 5

The sun shines and gives us light
The moon shows it's time to tuck our blankets warm and tight
The stars shine and twinkle at night
The rain is falling; drip-drop, drip-drop -- what a great sight

Different weathers and different colors
That's the way of nature.

Sun to Moon

By Linnea Eddy
Vergennes Elementary School, Grade 4

Sun.
Colossal, shining,
Burning, shining, blinding,
Seeker, sky. Glider, gray
Glowing, darkening, circling,
Dancing, humongous,
Moon.

Jimi and Me

I fealt like I ate one of those glowing stars from the Mario game i was playing. I could taste color. I hopped into my little brother's racecar shaped bed with Jimi Hendrix, and we flew towards the moon. We turned the radio up really loud and cruised though the clouds. We drove straight to the moon. We turned around to look at the world, but it was gone.

I was dreaming of course, I wasn't high, because teens shouldnt get high.

Day,
Sunny, Bright,
Playing, Singing, Dancing,
Playground, School, Room,Bed,
Sleeping, Dreaming, Snoring,
Pajamas, moon,
Night.

Trees and the Seven Seas

I wish I could give you the ocean,
the moon and the trees,
the stars,
the lakes, and the seven seas.

I wish I could give you the hills,
the valleys and the sun,
the sky,
the fields and flowers by the ton.

Stop,
look until you find it,
not once, but twice,
because it’s all there.

~Hannah Luce

She licks her lips and takes a delicate nibble of the silver moon that enters her mouth.
She exhales.
Ahh…
Fog forms around the
fragile,
sharp,
silver,
crescent, that hangs in the darkened sky.
She throws her head back and laughs, tears stream down and fall onto the dark blanket of night, forming droplets that shine to perfection.
She sighs
Ahh…
The fog shifts gliding over that
sweet,
sharp,
crescent,
And she reaches, searches, for its light,
she blows on the black blanket, the fog shifts and the silver crescent reappears. She reaches for that
sweet,
silver,
sharp,
crescent, feeling her finger trace the smooth lining edges; her finger trails down its curve and she pulls away quickly.
She cries out,
the sky rumbles,
blood trickles down her finger, crashing down the black blanket of the sky.
Pouring down to the earth.
That sweet,
silver,
sharp,
stricken,
crescent, floats in the sky,
shining as the grumble of the storm prolongs. Read more »

I see the earth through my soul
From every angle, it seems more beautiful.
The earth sparkles to me
And I to it.
And the creatures on it
I share the sky with my brothers,
My sisters.
We shine together as one - to make one proud
To impress my brother Earth
It can get lonely, or sad, when no one comes by
Once a meteor cousin comes
Or a friend from a different galaxy.
But then they came.
The two legged creatures.
My brother's best friends.
The kind people
Not tortuous like the asteroids.
But the humans chose me
The thrill of fitting in suceeded.
I saw these humans once
I saw them twice.
And in my lava center
I felt warmer than before.
And I had see the world, my brother
With all the glory
Through my soul
I saw the brilliant shining earth
All its beauty
Our Earth
And I'm the moon.

She comes awake, not quite too soon,
and throws her blue silk
all the way up high.

She spins across the silver moon
And giggles as she throws
the stars into the sky.
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This poem came from the "and giggles as she throws/ the stars into the sky" line. I'm not sure about the first stanza, so any comments/help would be appreciated! Thanks!

It was quite amazing tonight.
A moon so bright.
Half empty, half full?
I could still feel the taste of his breath
On my lips.

So sweet...

I couldn't talk through such
blubbering lips.
Decided to just lay down
into the cool grass
I tumbled through and through.
Eyelids fluttering
like a lingering butterfly

His majesty,
The golden sun
A brilliant sun, a blazing sun,
He is the father of life,
And the king of light,
A master of time and space,
A burning passion bridled in the warmth of his yellow rays.

Who can compare to this great sun?
No one…
But wait…there is the moon…
Oh the beauty of the moon,
Shining bright in the darkest nights,
Graceful silver, Read more »

Lilly and the Moon

Once there was a small girl named Lilly.
Every night before going to sleep, Lilly liked to open the shutters of her window, climb out onto her roof and talk with the moon.
The soft evening air would brush against her cheeks as she whispered secrets to her dear friend.
One evening, she noticed that the moon seemed sad. She asked him what was wrong. Read more »

Free Verse Poem

Moon.
The shining essence of all that is unattainable.
A shade of tan, like beach sand.
Looking into the sky on a cloudless night, the moon seems to take on a silvery glow.
In reality, about as shiny as an asphalt roadway.
Sprinkled with ragged particles of moon dust.
Hanging golden in a total lunar eclipse.
The wan color of moonbeams bloom in moon gardens. Read more »

Free Verse Poem

Moon.
The shining essence of all that is unattainable.
A shade of tan, like beach sand.
Looking into the sky on a cloudless night, the moon seems to take on a silvery glow.
In reality, about as shiny as an asphalt roadway.
Sprinkled with ragged particles of moon dust.
Hanging golden in a total lunar eclipse.
The wan color of moonbeams bloom in moon gardens. Read more »

Lilly and the Moon

Once upon a time there was a small girl named Lilly.
Every night before going to sleep, Lilly liked to open the shutters of her window, climb out onto her roof and talk with the moon.
The soft evening air would brush against her cheeks as she whispered secrets to her dear friend.
One evening, she noticed that the moon seemed sad. She asked him what was wrong. Read more »

Someday i will say i see the light of the sun and the darkness of the moon,then i know soon i will be back with you,

when i see the clouds and i hear the sound,iwill know i am in bound,

For i know this will happen
for the sun and the moon have shurley,

Power of the sun and forces of the moon,
reunit and let the day bloom,

sun and moon reunit,open the gates to light tonight,