the moon forbids the day
to rise and shine
as the night reigns supreme
for ever more
and eternity.
Art and Poetry- ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Micropoetry #Solar# eclipse

the moon forbids the day
to rise and shine
as the night reigns supreme
for ever more
and eternity.
Art and Poetry- ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
#Poetry #Micropoetry #Solar# eclipse

Green gray this day
warm icy wind
tickles my skin
goose bumps live
under raindrops
solemn moods
soaking cries
illicit friends
burning skies
birds
no more intrude
the sun snoozes
behind gray clouds
as if to never
speak aloud
again to light
rejoice
rebound
night time moon
crescent crown.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Sam Willis from Pexels
#Poetry #Micropoem #Rhymes #Moon

Waiting for this summer heat
To break
The peace,
the serenity hanging thick in the night
As the heat swallows the moon
Cradling the lake with its heavy weight
I stare into the dark blue horizon
As Serenity Lake consoles the moon
caressing it into its seasonal summer slumber
the white haze gently lifts from it’s surface, like a slow drip
backwards into an abyss of cockles and moss; and those funny green things
Unveiling the milky white gauze that covers the black-blue dawn
begging for the rise and release of this thick Phlegm, that glues itself to the night,
Adhering to, and pulling the moon, ever so slightly, yet tightly suspended;
held, just a breath above the mouth of the lake
Teasing the silence- Taunting the serenity,
the lake shimmers-flickers and shines
… as the golden white glow of the moon
hangs in the sky like a ripe melon ball;
heavy, burdened, weighted
and ready for its daily plucking.
The serenity shocked, ripped violently
out of the dry vaporous pools of my eyes.
I beg for serenity to return and serenade me into my sweet
and much needed sleep.
But the lake, this sweet Serenity Lake
just stares back at me laughing silently
as I weep.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a blue-lit landscape, land and calm water mirroring the cloudy, silver-lit sky.
Perhaps if you’re looking for inspiration, you could join in this #writephoto prompt by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

A world too busy
Days and nights run together
Electric lights glare
A crescent moon guards the dawn
Peace clad in gold and silver
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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken on my doorstep at dawn as the year turns. Time seems to be running away with me this week and I somehow managed to ‘lose’ a day… Which explains why I was late with reading all the posts this week.
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Thank you to everyone who took part, visited or reblogged the posts or left comments for their authors. A new prompt will be published later today. As always, I will reblog as many contributions as space and time allows as they come in… and all of them will be featured in the round-up next Thursday.
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This artwork was created at the time I met and fell in love with my wife. She was so beautiful to me and she was very into yoga at the time so this oil pastel was my very first gift I gave her. This poem is coupled with it as visual inspiration.
Love is to the spirit
what a moon beam is to the night
A smile so bright
darkness hides under a rock
defeated by the brilliance
of the white-hot light
dancing on the stars
staying awake all night
darkness runs
to the corners of the earth
escaping the wrath
of its’ competitors heart
Love is to the spirit
what a moon beam is to the night
reflections of galaxies
upon the oceans bright
mirrors of adoration
adorning faces despite
the darkness that challenges
loves white-hot light.
Art and Poetry by, Jay Mora-Shihadeh
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh

A Chinese moon revealed a
fools desire
ravenously my eyes bespeak
tranquility is
the ocean-bed
the flesh-plumes velvet
petals end.
©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh

This painting is of my sub-conscious or dreamworld “vibe” I get from the moon and the energy of the night.