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Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
new moon, old ways
six minutes after dawn
to the west of moonset
in rolling Pennsylvania hills
a full moon eclipses
in the east
where sunrise burns red
setting daughter
passes rising mother
paths cross
coming and going
un-blue-moon drops
from jet ink heights
through blazing white light
and sun walks alone into day
©2019 by Ingrid Bruck
Written on 31 January 2018 in response to the Super Blue Blood Moon (Full Lunar Eclipse)
Ingrid Bruck writes poetry, grows wildflowers and makes jam. Finding Stella Maris, her debut chapbook, was released this winter. She was a 2018 featured writer of Between These Shores Literary & Arts Annual and has since joined their editorial team. Current work appears in Otata, Failed Haiku, Naturewritng, Halcyon Days and Founders Favorites.
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Exquisite! I particularly enjoyed the concluding couplet. Thank you!
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Such beautiful words!
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What great imagery! Thank you, Ingrid!
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Thanks you, Elizabeth, one person & Debbie, for your kind words. They mean so much to me!
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I have read your lovely moon poem 3 times now and each time more lovely than the last. Beautiful Ingrid.
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Thank you so much, Benita, You honor me with your kind words. I’m so very pleased!!! Ingrid
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