DEFENDING THE PEN: WEP - Moonlight Sonata

DEFENDING THE PEN: WEP - Moonlight Sonata:   Photo by  Martin Adams  on  Unsplash Goddess of the Night I'm a practical, well-educated man and an athlete that enjoys a challenge, a...

A beautiful story with some educational aspects. I'd not heard of a sturgeon moon before.

Madly-in-Verse: Write... Edit... Publish... August 2022 : Moonligh...

Madly-in-Verse: Write... Edit... Publish... August 2022 : Moonligh...:   Hello writers, August has come round quickly hasn't it? It’s time to get back to Write...Edit... Publish.. . where we are writing to...

I used to love to look for the new moon. I need to remember to do that. I got so used to always being busy, busy, busy, that I forget to just be.

STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: SANCTUARY

STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: SANCTUARY:   A wolf in Chernobyl source photo: Sergiy Gaschak Thirty-six  years after the humans left this place, thriving wildlife have reclaimed the ...

"How sad,

that it takes a nuclear event

to provide safe haven

for wild creatures"

Ain't that the truth. 

I enjoy watching those "life after people" programs. I've been accused of being morbid for my fascination with such things, but humans are such a destructive species. While I like individual people one on one, I despise humanity. We are cruel to each other and deadly for the world.

The Birth of Luna: A Fractured Myth by Ornery Owl #WEP August 2022

 

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You're welcome to critique this mythological Haibun slice of microfiction if you really want to. Just, yanno, don't be rude, Dude. I mostly wrote it for fun. It is intended to be the first in a five-part suite about the elements and will achieve that goal if I ever get around to writing the other four parts.

The Birth of Luna

In the beginning, the solar system was the dog’s breakfast. One day, the planet Theia decided she was going to eradicate her sister planet, Gaia. Theia slammed into Gaia hard enough to cause a chunk of Gaia to break away, but Gaia told Theia to put a sock in it and swallowed Theia. The satellite formed by the material torn away from her body during the cataclysmic collision pleased Gaia, who named her daughter Luna.

At first, Luna told her mother she’s dreaming when Gaia asked her to remain by her side. Luna briefly went walkabout before deciding it was six of one and a half-dozen of the other whether some domineering planet would try to pull the wool over her eyes and draw her into his rotation. In the end, Luna decided Gaia was pleasant enough company if a bit of a stickler for routine and allowed herself to remain in her mother’s orbit.

in the beginning

all was breathless, without sin

then first breath was drawn

171 words

https://writeeditpublishnow.blogspot.com/2022/08/wep-august-2022-challenge-moonlight.html

Other Prompts Used

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/16/tuesday-poetics-the-four-elements/

https://earthweal.com/2022/08/15/earthweal-weekly-challenge-re-wilding/

https://myjustsostory.blogspot.com/2022/08/words-for-wednesday-1782022.html

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/08/17/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-225/

https://godoggocafe.com/2022/08/03/haibun-wednesday-august-3-2022/

https://godoggocafe.com/2022/08/16/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-16-2022/

Cressida de Nova: Brown Paper Bag... Shadorma

Cressida de Nova: Brown Paper Bag... Shadorma:  G Passini...Italian artist   another  feature in my life brown paper love these bags worthy of a fine painting thank you passini    one mig...

The little treasures are the best.

Verse Escape: Eyes Of A Sailor

Verse Escape: Eyes Of A Sailor:           Eyes Of A Sailor (a 55)    My eyes grow rheumy swimming in milkblur but witnessing still light's cut, color's fill, shadow...

I enjoy both the images and the emotions this poem invokes.

Susan's Poetry: Mystery and a White Pine Tree

Susan's Poetry: Mystery and a White Pine Tree:   source   “ My life is done ” plays in my head. I’ve waited ten long years to hear a leading that would pull me near.   The life force ...

It's in my nature to be a bit of a Negative Nelly, but I try to remind myself that if we don't keep trying, then all is truly lost. Poems like this one help me do that.