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)

 

 

 

 

 

 





Upon the Midnight

"So quick bright things come to confusion"

- William Shakespeare (A Midsummer's Night Dream)



 

~ Upon the Midnight ~

 

Bewitching hour, misbehavior
the moon no longer acts as savior
noble words and deeds pass on

the knight has sacrificed the pawn

 

where Hope was worshipped

Fate's wings now clipped

instinct to shut down

watch the stars drown

shrouded in darkness
no one to address

not eye to eye

nor soul to sky

 

bewitching hour, misbehavior

the moon no longer acts as savior.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 6, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 45.11 Topic:  "Mysterious Behavior" *

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Use a quote from A Midsummer's Night Dream **

Easy (1pt):  Include  type of evergreen tree (Noble)

 

* I tweaked the topic a bit

** Quote below photo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



~ Gypsy Moon~

~ Gypsy Moon ~

 

Fortune teller

gypsy moon

lure of enchantment

all a ruse

 

the night deceives

like gypsy thieves

gambled youth

bleeds with truth

 

silence echoes

whispers unfold

unrelenting
unto themselves

 

Faith leaves

and the heart grieves

promises become cliché

the moon slinks away

 

damn the heavens

fuel the clouds

feel the absence

crashing down

 

the moon returned

unconcerned
another night
another slight.

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 5, 2019