Lizz Murphy Poem 378 SKYLINES 4

handkerchiefs

over noses mouths

above is umber

the sun a burn hole

moon a light stain

one breakthrough star

black-faced brown crows

line the bridge  men below

deal their hands

Lizz Murphy #367 AFTER THE CONCERT

the moon sails

through rain cloud

a boat in the sky

a child refuses

food

on Nauru

Thanks for the invitation to come back into Project 366 Kit Kelen and congratulations to everyone who continued on beyond 2016!! What an inspiration you all are.

Magdalena Ball #7: The Late Moon

The Late Moon

Saw you there, that night
when no one was noticing
not the satellite night
the perigree trick

frogs, toads, newts
spawned while you waxed
your light dim
against a silhouette of trees

your eyes like broken torches
my fingers itching
dermatitis torn
blood running down
our lips

don’t tell me it’s too late

that you’re too jaded now
your surface dark
with shadows
crater scars
pockmarks against the future

don’t pretend you’re the only
moon in the sky
lost in orbit
your features static with time
and duty

then come back
gleaming

just when I’ve almost become
human again
shapeshifted into
regularity
moonstruck.