Biography of moon batchelder
too many twists and turns to mention here....
not sure if either is the true url...but you can always simple go to
www.starlitepoetry.com and search by poet name moon spirit..
my biography is my poetry...
i write my life..
love to share antique or obscur poetry...
poetry i find on sites like this..
and that i have collected shopping
my shelves are full!
i share these at
don't know what else to say
moon batchelder's Works:
published in anthologies...only
in 'Muse Whispers'
moon batchelder Poems
A Life Well Lived
a life well lived is fraught with stains. some are forever set, and last beyond remembrance of their cause. like grassy green on favorite jeans
Angels Watching Over Me
a moth flew at my window having seen my candle there, flickering enchantingly. but something in mid-air
Fractals By Fern
living green fractals with small fists unfurled, tender fronds dancing on
We Can Sing The Same Songs
we can sing each other the same songs on the radio. meaning overwhelms reality sometimes.
What Trust Is Not...And Is...
trust is not like sword delaying somewhere overhead (of damocles or other, praying for release from dread.)
Abide The Day
the morning dawns 'ere dreams can coalesce bring forth from 'yon their hope and respite. still a bit of promise seems the day to bless upon the guilded rays. i drink my fill.
Side-Effects Of Love
the thirst, the thorns, the lists and loss of intimacy, lust succombs to bland familiarity at best.
a visitor, - he seemed to think his salvation; - a spirtual pilgrim confused with a queen; a woman who'd come from a rich western nation, their seperate estates - little difference between.
For All Too Brief A Moment
for all too brief a glimpse he saw the sun. the ways it's light was mirrored by the moon had changed his countenance, - his doom undone! for all too brief a moment. - fading soon.
sun's light pales bright waning moon until she fades away from view, dissolves into the azure skies, then plunges to her death at noon
Pointless Indignity - (Or What Is War)
it didn't have to go like this. - if someone tossed a stone across the sea
She Can'T Say Why
she cant' say why she wont remove the veils from her face, the manacles around her wrists, the ribbons and the lace,
I Miss Him Less
i miss him less on sunny days when blessing of another form of light and warmth
Life is parenthetical to Being, - as is Death. mere momentary fleeing ending in a lapse of breath.
Did I Say Love?
did i say love?
i dont know the meaning of the word!
did i say angels voices
was the music that i heard that day?
did i pretend to understand the song?
impatient heart, be still!
my soul, be strong!
did i say love?