Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Refuge

We seek refuge in the old moon
Breathing up a storm
Hoping for light
The days are endless
The nights are long
We wish for peace but it is gone
Every breath is like the ocean
Ebbing forward and back
We wish for apple blossom tides
And cinnamon cups
Anything to take away the dark and show us the light
We seek refuge in the old moon.

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19 comments:

  1. Thotpurge18 October 2017 at 04:15

    This is clever, poetic and poignant... a great poem.

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  2. Susan18 October 2017 at 06:01

    Wow. I, too, fear the free fall before the new, "seek refuge in the old."

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  3. Sumana Roy18 October 2017 at 07:35

    "We wish for apple blossom tides
    And cinnamon cups"....Sooo love this!

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  4. John Buchanan18 October 2017 at 08:42

    I enjoyed reading this Jae, Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  5. Anonymous18 October 2017 at 09:07

    as usual a sprinkling of the charmingly unexpected in your poem:
    "We wish for apple blossom tides
    And cinnamon cups"

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  6. J.N.T.18 October 2017 at 12:57

    "We seek refuge in the old moon..."

    That is true. I look at the moon when I find that I am in need of some peace at night. However, I look at the moon too to be dazzled by its beauty at night. Him and the stars are my jewels of the night. Good day!

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  7. tonispencer18 October 2017 at 13:37

    I like the taking refuge in the old dark moon, an excellent place to hide. I also like very much the appleblossom tides.

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky18 October 2017 at 13:42

    The breathing like the ocean really speaks to me......sometimes I envision waves, to get myself to sleep. I send some light your way, my friend. It is always so lovely to read you.

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  9. Frank J. Tassone18 October 2017 at 17:40

    "Apple blossom tides and cinnamon cup/anything to take away the dark and show us the light...": piercing and evocative!

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  10. Rob Jackson18 October 2017 at 18:14

    Very beautiful imagery...apple blossom tides.

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  11. Marja19 October 2017 at 00:40

    Refuge in the old moon Love Great poetry again

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  12. kaykuala19 October 2017 at 02:37

    We seek refuge
    in the old moon

    There is so much faith in the moon that it does no wrong!

    Hank

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  13. Khaya Ronkainen19 October 2017 at 05:32

    Ah, apple blossom tides and cinnamon cups; enticing refuge in dark autumn days. Beautiful write!

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  14. Gillena Cox19 October 2017 at 08:07

    Hiding in the light. Luv this paradox Jae

    Muchđź’–love

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  15. Anita Sabat19 October 2017 at 08:07

    Action-oriented poem!
    Our world really needs light.
    Let there be light.

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  16. purplepeninportland.com19 October 2017 at 09:51

    Apple blossom tides could change the world! Love this, Jae.

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  17. Myrna R.19 October 2017 at 11:54

    We do seek refuge as we all search for the light. Beautiful thoughts.

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  18. Mary19 October 2017 at 12:06

    Ah yes, there is something familiar about the old moon, I think.

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  19. rallentanda19 October 2017 at 17:26

    Beautiful images. Speaking of the old moon, where is old egg?

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