Cosmic Love

~ Cosmic Love ~

 

By the sun, the moon and the stars

I will soothe, and erase your scars

I'll warm, I'll guide, steady and true

my love will always cover you

 

as time flies, and as time stands still

an eternal vow to fulfill

the cosmos knows what it must do

my love will always cover you

 

while you may never know it's me

they are in place for you to see

just look what love has brought them to

my love will always cover you

 

by the sun, the moon and the stars

my love will always cover you.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  March 10, 2019

 

(a Kyrielle Sonnet)

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia:

 

Week 1.12 Topic:  Time Flies

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a lyric

from the band Twelve Foot Ninja *

 

Easy (1 pt):  Incorporate a song

that has the number "12" in it **

 

* "The sun, the moon and the stars" (from Point of You)

** "Look what love has brought them to"

(from Room with No Number by Elvis Costello)

 

 

 

 

 



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)

 

 

 

 

 

 





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

 

 

 

 

 

 





Color Me Lavender



~ Color Me Lavender ~

Lavender skies

lovestruck eyes

proffered shell

pause on farewell

 

temperatures rise

an ocean wise

gentle swell

under the spell

 

mesmerize

vocalize
whisper and tell

all ends well.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  December 31, 2018

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 44.11 Topic:  Star Struck *

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a symbol with a hidden meaning **

Easy (1 pt):  Mention a flavor of food (lavender)

 

* I got stuck on the phrase "love struck" so I went off topic

 

** Shell:  The shell, which protects life in the form of pearls, symbolizes the protective aspect of love.  It has had slightly varying symbolism in different cultures.  Venus, the Roman Goddess of love and fertility, is often depicted as emerging from a scallop shell.  The ancient Hindus have associated the conch shell with calling out to love-filled hearts and awakening the hearts of the faithful.  The Native Americans have also used seashells to symbolize fertility and love.

 

 

 

 

 

 



~ Refuge ~

~ Refuge ~

 



She ventured deep into the woods this time

deep enough to get lost

as she wasn't merely seeking out the moon

this time, she was seeking refuge

 

the wooded floor was soft on bare feet

blanketed in lush ferns, bright green moss

and the occasional golden pinecone

shimming off to the side

bathed in the silver light of the crescent moon

hanging just so against an otherwise deep indigo sky

 

she caught glimpses of the light

but could not find the source through the trees

confused, she did not know where to look

until she stopped looking

 

right in front of her

sat the most exquisite creature she had ever seen

calm, quiet, wise

a vision in silver and gold and white

possessing a softness she longed to feel

was this the refuge she sought?

 

the barn owl studied her a moment

and then she heard his words:

 

"some people are nobody's enemies but their own."

 

she would have thought it odd

hearing words from a barn owl

had she not been struck by the accuracy of his words

 

"pardon me?" she replied

 

the barn owl turned his head

from side to side to side

until she felt like he had looked

into every angle of her soul

 

"my dear child,

you did not come into the forest to become lost.

you were already lost before you came here.

now tell me, who do you really seek to protect?"

 

intrigued and humbled, she sat down beside the barn owl

 

"I used to think it was only myself," she began

"but I suppose it's more than that.

I seek in others that which I am,

and I fear finding what I seek;

such that, I will often abort the journey.

perhaps it is because I think so much

of warm and sensitive hearts,

that I would spare them from being wounded...

both theirs, and mine."

 

the barn owl spread out his wings

and drifted down off his perch

to stand beside the girl

 

"close your eyes, and reach out your hand," he instructed

 

she closed her eyes, and reached out a tentative hand

the barn owl met her reach

and his feathers brushed her fingertips

she marveled at their contrast

some feathers were soft as down

and others sturdier, heavier

there was both a softness and strength to him

but then she felt a small gap

between a couple of his feathers

she opened her eyes and looked at him.

 

"yes, it is a scar.  A battle scar from long ago
and it has not completely healed.

but remember this, my child:

those who are wounded, can still fly"

 

and with that, the barn owl spread his wings

and took off into the night

she watched him soar above the trees

through the indigo sky

and beyond the crescent moon

that had eluded her earlier

 

light
love
scars
flight
warmth and sensitivity

softness and strength

calm
quiet
wise

 

she was the moon and the owl

she was her own refuge.

 

 

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  December 27, 2018

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 43.11 Topic:  Silver and Gold

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a quote from Oliver Twist *

Easy (1 pt):  Include a crescent moon

 

* "Some people are nobody's enemies but their own."

 

* "It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts,

that I would spare them from being wounded."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Night Vision

 

"You don't find love, it finds you.

It's got a little bit to do with Destiny,

Fate, and what's written in the stars"

(Anais Nin)

 

 

You came to me one star-kissed night

on wings of truth, dispensing light

the moon, our bridge, guiding above
for no more reason, but to love

 

purpose affirmed, my destiny

now bathes my soul with clarity

that hearts are carried by the dove

for no more reason, but to love

 

the night absorbs sincerity
the moon exhales simplicity

we meet in the pocket thereof
for no more reason, but to love

 

you came to me one star-kissed night

for no more reason, but to love.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  December 16, 2018

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 42.11 Topic:  A Mother's Wish

(I did not write on topic)

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a quote from your favorite writer

Easy(1 pt):  Use the phrase 'sugar and spice' (I did not)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Celestial Serenade II

 



In the beginning

there was only the moon

orchestrating the heavens

to play out her vision

 

a gentle breeze stops to listen

and becomes lost in the melody

caressing the air to the rhythm

of the celestial serenade

 

the indigo sky was swayed

and the stars began to shimmer

through gossamer threads cast

by the moon's enchanting light

 

Fate was called upon to write

the lyrics of two souls

who would not give in to gravity

but let their love break through

 

the breeze and heavens paused for their cue

as the moon and Fate deferred

seems like all they really were doing

was waiting for you.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  November 11, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 37.11 Topic: "Giving in to Gravity"

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate a lyric or quote from John Lennon *

Easy (1 pt):  Include one of the five senses **

 

* Seems like all they really were doing was waiting for you

(from Real Love)

 

** I used three:  vision (sight), listen (hearing) and caress (touch)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Impasse



Four walls and a roof

time measured in tears

a home or a box?

a love in arrears

 

words without action

a longing, untold

promises broken

as memories unfold

 

no balance in check

my voice, secondary

the desired outcome:

imaginary

 

just what the truth is

I can't say anymore

love let itself quietly

out the back door.

 

can't live on assumption

no gestures on display

I could drown in indifference

or I could walk away.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  November 4, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 36.11 Topic:  Should I Stay or Should I Go?

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Include a Moody Blues lyric *

Easy (1 pt):  Reveal an obsession (I did not)

 

 

* "Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore"

(Nights in White Satin)

(Fourth stanza)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Fool's Moon

 



Indigo dreams

and gossamer whispers

always, I follow

always, to sorrow

mile after mile

the path is the same

oasis in the sky

turns a blind eye

 

lured by a promise

she fooled me once

then found it a game

and kept doing the same

 

hopeless romantic

or eternal fool?

the moon puts love on display

and the moon pulls it away.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  October 28, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 35.11 Topic:  Fool Me Once

 

Bonus prompts:

Hard (2 pts): Include the word "metamorphose" (I did not)

Easy (1 pt):  Name a Chinese city within your blog (Mile)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



A Tale of the Country Boy and the Ninja

 

 

 

She assumed she would write another love song

filled with alluring visions, but she was wrong

he laid down some words, thought himself witty

she saw the challenge with her amazing perspicacity
and was determined to write a country ditty...

 

just a good ol' boy, singing about a truck

she listened for a second and thought "what the fuck?"

she looked up and pleaded to the sapphire sky

to somehow stop this twangy lullaby

and if the heavens couldn't stop it, then she would try

 

fortunately, she always carried a talisman

and with ninja skills, placed it by the boy and ran

now that boy thought it was a caprice

to jump up and grab a fishing net and warm fleece

for some nighttime shad catch and release

 

she smiled and winked at the scintillating moon

and figured he wouldn't be back any time soon

she made herself at home, found some vodka and jell-o

then retired to the porch, feeling quite mellow

as she moved on to some homemade limoncello

 

call it serendipity, or perhaps not

but there were no shad in the river to be caught

and that country boy came home sooner than planned

and found her quite comfortable, cocktail in hand

just sitting on his porch swing, surveying the land

 

he surmised, correctly, the doom of his stockpile

but she just shrugged with a beguiling smile

he laughed and said he'd have more, just a month away

in the meanwhile he could make a pumpkin spice frappe

as long as she hadn't brought any hip-hop to play.

 

(c)  Dahlia Ramone: October 21, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 34.11 Topic:  Writer's Choice

(for topic and prompts)

 

My Topic: The Country Boy and the Ninja

Hard Bonus (2 pts): Use all words suggested by friends 

Easy Bonus (1 pt):  Mention "hip-hop"

 

Words I used:

 

alluring / perspicacity / determined / country / sapphire / twang

lullaby / talisman / caprice / shad / scintillating /

limoncello / serendipity / comfortable / beguile / frappe

 

***

 

So it wasn't a love song

nor quite a country ditty

though it did mention a truck

(after all, she vowed to try)

perhaps it was the talisman

and the magic it can release
though I wouldn't rule out the moon

or the lure of limoncello

it was a challenge, was it not

that she posed to Facebook Land

offered words to stockpile

it is how she loves to play.