poem written based upon this image for online poetry class
poem submitted to "Moon" poetry contest, Seth Pina, sponsor, 7/8/2026
a blue moon slowly rises like a whispered omen, its light slipping through branches~ like a secret deciding where to land. above the forest canopy the light feels almost ancient~ a quiet intelligence unfolding into pale gossamer veils. its luminescence d e s c e n d s into the waiting stream, threads of silver unraveling into the water as if the sky were pouring out its memory. whirlpools gather near the shore turning in slow, deliberate circles, blue within blue, a soft geometry of something unseen trying to speak. rocks begin to glow, their surfaces catching the moon’s quiet blessing~ small altars lit without fire. in this moon-washed stillness, the forest feels lifted, as though every leaf remembers its origin.
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