Midnight by the Numbers

~ Midnight by the Numbers ~

 



Eleven eleven

the pinnacle of wishful thinking

carries me to midnight

once again

 

twelve ten

the special appeal of midnight

begins to lose its allure
the stars did not align

 

twelve twenty-nine

another someday slips away

I shrug, not surprised
I've never left with more

 

twelve fifty-four

it's time to walk away

I hang my heart on the moon

another midnight, gone too soon.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  March 3, 2019

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 53.11 Topic:  Midnight Special

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts:)  Include something you would find in Oz (heart)

Easy (1 pt:)  Incorporate the title of a Patsy Cline song (someday)

 

 

 

 

 

 



And so it goes

 

 

~ And So It Goes ~

 

A furtive glance

words whispered just so

what do you know?

 

heart versus brain

which to overthrow?

what do you know?

 

drinking alone

whisky runs low

what do you know?

 

stomach the loss

how apropos

what do you know?

 

missed opportunity

free to go

you'll never know. 

 

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  February 24, 2019

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 52.11 Topic:  What do you know (or no?)

 

Bonus prompts:

 

Hard (2 pts:)  Name three internal organs

(heart, brain, stomach)

Easy (1 pt):  Name three spices (I did not)

 

 

 

 

 

The Sentinel Moon

 

"Life and love go on"

(Stephenie Meyer, 'The Host')

 

~ The Sentinel Moon ~

 

Halfway between

yesterday and tomorrow
when fault looks to land

the Sentinel Moon rises

awaiting love's command

 

devoted to

those who came up short

whose hearts don't understand

the Sentinel Moon flickers

and burdens are banned

 

as black turns to rose
and dawn comes anew

absolution will stand

the Sentinel Moon fades

until the next demand.

 

(c)  Dahlia Ramone:  February 10, 2019

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 50.11 Topic:  Under My Skin

(I did not write on topic)

 

Bonus prompts:

Hard (2 pets):  Incorporate a Stephenie Meyer quote *

Easy (1 pt):  Mention a New York State mountain **

 

* quote before poem

** Sentinel / Moon / Halfway / Black / Rose

 

 

 





The Puppet Moon



~ The Puppet Moon ~

 

The evening settles in

and I call your name

as I have so many nights before

 

"Moon.

I come before you again

to exchange wishes for hope

that my dreams may come to light"

 

but the moon is surly tonight

 

"you think I'm your puppet?

that you could simply seek me out

and control me with your heartstrings?"

 

taken aback, I countered:

 

"do you not do that to me?
with all your glory, you seduce me

you bid the winds to carry stories

of the hope you hold, and might dispense,

if one worshipped you enough
your promises echo through the night

to reel in lost souls like myself

you are simply posturing
and there's no magic in that"

 

the moon becomes flippant

"perhaps you should cut the strings

and find a substitute

to hang your dreams upon"

 

but the moon knows

as do I

there is no substitute for the moon

 

"I can't let go," I whisper

"even though the more I see you

the more you disappoint

but the heartstrings are strong

and come tomorrow night

I will still call your name."

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  February 4, 2019

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 49.11 Topic:  "It's Magic"

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Mention the title of a song

written in the year you were born *

Easy (1 pt):  Incorporate an echo

 

* I Call Your Name (The Mamas and the Papas)

I'm Your Puppet (James and Bobby Purify)

Lost Soul (Screaming Lord Sutch & The Savages)

Substitute (The Who)

I Can't Let Go (The Hollies)
The More I See You (Chris Montez)

 

 

 

Faith

~ Faith ~

 

She wore faith like a gossamer wrap

fragile and delicate

yet of such beauty

she did her best to protect it

 

time and again

she fought against the winds

- of change, of reason, of doubt -

her faith fluttering about her shoulders

threatening to float away.

she sought the wisdom of the moon

to hold on tighter

 

the moon whispered down to her:

sometimes,

you have to let go, to hold on

 

she wavered

when had the moon ever delivered?

then she wondered

if perhaps the moon always had

but she had been too focused to see

 

her ideals and hopes

dance on the wind

lifting and teasing her faith

she wants what she cannot see

and she cannot see what she wants

 

she doubles down on the moon

releasing her grasp

she gives freedom to her faith

and come the dawn

what will be, will be.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 27, 2019

 

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 48.11 Topic: High Noon

(I did not write on topic)

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pets):  Quote the Philosopher Alan Watts *

Easy (1 pt):  Include a breakfast food (doubles) **

 

* Included in photo above

** Doubles is a common street food

in Trinidad and Tobago

(used in last stanza)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Sieze Upon the Midnight

~ Seize Upon the Midnight ~

 

From the terrace

I beseech the moon

to seize upon the midnight

to call upon her empire

of glistening stars
and whispering breezes

for her to align the planets

and for Fate and Destiny to dance

across moonbeams and the Milky Way

to illuminate the path of hearts in waiting

 

the time is almost upon us again

the tantalizing allure of midnight

that breath of space

between yesterday and tomorrow

between hope and resignation

where a million and one possibilities

wait on the edge of their seats

to fulfill the prophecy of the moment

 

but the moon does no such thing

and hides behind her shadow

counting down the seconds

until it is too late again

 

her empire falls

and I am alone

in the quiet darkness

of another midnight

slipping away.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 21, 2019

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 47.11 Topic:  Writer's Choice *

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Writer's Choice (Mention an empire)

Easy (1 pt):  Writer's Choice (use the word "prophecy")

 

* I used the topic from Week 40.11:

"Cease Upon the Midnight"

and tweaked it a bit to use "seize" instead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Vermilion Moon

~ Vermilion Moon ~

 

She returned to the place it all started

and knelt under the canopy of stars

palms to ground, she bowed her head

shielding her sight from the celestial display

of a moon bathed in iridescent hopes

that has only ever passed her by

 

with accusing eyes, she looked up

imploring to know why?

why has the moon forsaken her

after all the secrets told

and all the wishes wished;

all she released to the moon

garnered her only silence in return

 

the stars are taken aback

by the moon's apparent disregard;

ashamed for their unwitting part

in dreams unfulfilled

they flee the sky

 

and under the weight

of a thousand empty promises

the moon turned vermilion

morose is the night

with no solace to offer

the vermilion moon

hangs heavy in the sky

seeking atonement

that never comes.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 19, 2019

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 46.11 topic:  Why?

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a line from a Robert Frost poem *

Easy (1 pt):  Include the word "vermilion"

 

 

* And Only Passed Her By ("Wind and Window Flower")

(I paraphrased it)