The wedding venue burnt without flame
the moment we stepped in.
You and I, hand in hand, step by step—
we laughed till our facials started aching,
we danced until the floor grew tired.
That was the story of our first day in love.
Twenty five years after marriage~
we now hardly speak,
our children hardly know us.
We rise too early, return too late,
stealing only minutes for
good morning
and how was your night,
before the routine begins again.
Nannies cradle our children in their arms—
they bathe them, clothe them,
and sing them lullabies meant to be sung by us.
Last night I saw your first gray strand,
glinting as you hurried into your car.
I smiled—you’ve joined
my five-year-old company of grays.
Darling,
how many more years
will we remain strangers tied by rings?
When will our children truly be ours?
Forgive me for leaving this note in your shoes,
but I wanted you to find it
before leaving for work this morning.
Of eleven children he was the first
and from an early age
for research had a thirst
his love of dogs was no surprise
highly regarded
he received the Nobel Prize
altho' no longer around
of all those that ever were
I clearly like the sound
as with food it goes so well
and if nothing else
the name 'Pavlov' rings a bell
Each ring alone
too big to fit,
slips on finger,
disclosing its excess.
Too tight the hold,
the urge to control.
Too much the hope
to fill the void,
the more it squeezes,
the embrace to yield.
But, when entwined and combined,
the three rings loop and interface
to make a perfect fit for finger.
A trinity in harmony.
The doorbell rings less
As dust assembles
On once polished seats
The old coffee pot
Misses a few beats
As cups gather hopefully
Voices linger
Held by the silence
Seeking a response
The phone chimes
A face time visitor
Fulfilling a duty
Soon they will share
Unvalidated memories
Speak of love
Their words will be lost
In the silence
And the phone rings
Your name splashed across my screen
I answer but you are not there
Were you ever?
A thousand times my hand has hovered
Balanced over your number
Torn between wanting
Knowing what will happen
Clinking glasses, muffled voices
Straining, to hear you again
Waiting, wanting, hoping
But it’s too late
Too late to be calling me
Another reckless accident
The definition of us
A fitting epitaph in echo
Then ended, so you know
I delete the number, again
So it can’t be me
It never was me.
Freedom Rings
I am a US citizen
Born and bred iin the USA
I fight for the right of all
And stand tall each day.
I stand against all wrong
My skin color matters not
All those who disagree
Soon will pay when caught
Freedom still rings here
In our land of the USA
I stand and fight for freedom
As needed each and every day.
Call me what you will
I was born and bred here too
United states of Ameria
Is my home and yours too
So come and stand with me
Keep the bell of freedom ringing
Let us all rise together
And our voice together singing
Connie Moore
March 2 2025
The basement bulb goes out, I lack a spare
My cat licks my ice cream, I'm OK to share
My laptop gives my face a glow
I'm wrapped up in a magic flow
I imagine leaving the world of men
through Moria to Caras Galadren
float this door to the Arduin shore
reclaim my wonder there once more.
Take me to Lothlorien
I'll meet you in an elven glen
we'll stand on Amroth Cerin
and see our realm, the gem within
Come Pearl Maiden, to that mystic land
Please cross Mirkwood, I'll lend my hand
We'll walk the grass, we'll scale the height
Gain audience with Galadriel the White.
I've only met you online so far
In a fantasy book club, wherever you are
You might live in a basement too
But make it here and I'll meet you.
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, Albaness Tirath.
So take me to Lothlorien
Away from the stressful world of men
We'll share our love of legends made
In this land, we're not afraid.
For Celeborn has the elven ring
He hides this land from the evil king
If you make it here, then I’ll meet you
And hopefully my cat comes too!
We skate by each other. I look at my brother, who is lost in the excitement; he has always been an adventurous soul.
My brother moves ahead of me, beaming with joy. I wonder how we ended up in this place and shake my head several times to jolt myself into reality.
The rings of Saturn are magnificent, a spectacular eight. As we skate on the icy rings, different colours emerge, alternating between blue, purple, green, orange, and red.
As we glide toward the inner rings, my brother disappears and reappears. I wonder what is happening until he finally vanishes completely.
I shudder with fear and almost lose my balance, but something keeps me steady. Suddenly, I disappear too. I'm back home, with my brother standing beside me. Our skate shoes are gone.
February 24, 2025.
I will skate upon Saturns Rings
on icy and rocky fragments :
New excitement and charms to bring
splendid thrills and entertainment.
On icy grains I may gallop.
I am to slide on rocky mass
If needed, I will roll and hop,
yet taking caution not to rush.
Wish, Jack Frost to accompany
and also to call all my friends,
may be few or may be many
to enjoy from the start to end.
I hope, we will be not at stake.
All will run frolic under sun
to skate slow or fast without break.
The participants must have fun.
The thought of you makes my heart sing
You inspire a fire with yellow joy you bring
And I can dandelion dream do anything
Even esteem skating upon Saturns rings
If love is a timeless black hole
I’d be hopelessly consumed
Left my planet of silver soul
To space travel with you
Not knowing the sky
Is not as big as our love
Time can’t fly or divide
What universe has for us
Anything you ask of me
Will get a cranberry reply
Anything you want baby
For you set my star on fire
I find delight in the night
And safety displays in day
For a body’s last delight
Engage you in a new way
Galaxy sings a song of peace
And you mentally take me there
Words fall like candy confetti
Stars shine in your heavenly hair
We are one in spiritual bliss
There is a symphony of harmony
There is a unique mind kiss
As you teleport your love to me
I am ready to emerald explore
Wherever we may travel to
For love is a planet I adore
A pleasure to explore with you
Skating on Saturn’s rings,
Happiness must be there.
Easy to see but hard to catch.
In 250 million years from now,
Her rings will vanish.
Elusive happiness appears to fade.
A dream will become a memory.
A memory of a dream,
A dream never touched.
I still skate Saturn’s rings.
For perception is multi-dimensional.
Only capturing a dream is still a reality.
Happiness does not need to be touched.
Happiness can be sight alone.
Sight has many forms.
Embrace Saturn’s rings no matter how.
One can skate Saturn rings many ways.
In
cosmic
wilderness
icy rings swirl
with frozen rock dust
in thin ribbons on flight
in solar system unique,
around the sleeping Saturn far,
as it’s leftover wandering waste,
making the breathtaking celestial rinks
where I as cosmonaut shall one day glide,
skate upon the congealed space tracks vast
in freedom of weightless milieu,
whirl charmed in galactic glow.
As the stardust swathes me
I’ll take spiral turns,
primal silence
will flood me
in false
dream.
Come! We'll fall into Saturn's ice arms
We'll skate on her rings as moons arise
On my toes, I'll spin woes into charms
see amethyst form storm's sultry skies
Smile at lightning's attempted disguise.
We'll skate together and then alone
leaving imprints, as settlers perhaps
Marking a path for others to own
among icey confines, Nature's lapse
finding wonder, unable to grasp
Skating back and forth on Saturn's rings,
you stop to stir stardust into night
Enchanted moments we hope to bring
in dreams, perhaps. or by candlelight
songs of the Muses, in frigid flight
Wayward clouds, silken-spun, drift away
They waltzed in tunes from a spilling crest
Dawn's faint hues entice night into day
I gather stars and place in your vest
Sadly, we leave, for we were but guests
Found my space to roller skate
Like I did when I was eight ...
Round, round and round the rink
Flashing lights of blue and pink
High above such trivial things
Skating the track of Saturn's rings,
Go, go, they can't catch me now
Once you learn, you never forget how
The music flows from far, far away
Down on Earth where records play,
The stars, they pulsate to the beat
And correspond down to my feet
Bubblegum pop and all the feels
Purple shoelaces and rubber wheels,
Rock my world, let me go back
To neon lights and skies of black
Feelin' like that long lost kid ...
Feelin' things no grownup did ...
Right foot, left foot, I got the pattern
Skating upon the rings of Saturn.
The rings of Saturn
are more than a ring to be skated on
for they are not rings at all
rather an icy circle around a circle
a place for the mind to imagine and create
blossoms upon blossoms
that will never exist, nor be dreamed of
yet, to skate upon its surface
is a further thing to do
a whimsical moment... perhaps
like a child seeing a ship in the clouds
giving sense to what's unsensible
a game of the mind, to see the icy curve
to feel the speed of motion
to wrap around Saturn, like a bug around a lamp
only to find death without purpose
an imagery so reasoned as to be real
as the blade of the skate becomes useless
falling away in time and space
tearing the blade from the icy circle
leaving nothing behind but a trail of dust
trapped in the ice with the last flicker of imagination
that was captured in a moment of lunacy
where anything is possible
even skating on the rings of Saturn
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