Broad Fires of Red Life

Portions of poetry and prose from An Owl on the Moon.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

I just loved that last stanza, you paint very vivid imagery in your words, love the background.
"What peace we had as children" I will never forget my youth. I wish somewhere there was a fountain of youth. I enjoyed this write.

[Coyote Poetry]

The photo is beautiful and the words are amazing. I could use a year near the sea. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, dear friend! So happy you were by. And now, hoping you get some time by the sea. I miss it to much.

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope soon my friend. We do need sea days.

[Ayvid N]

I read so much into your words.
The red life and the suns of slumber...deep symbolism there.
The poem stirs deep thought. The waxing moon feels sad.

[An owl on the moon]

Grateful you could see the words... and feel them as well... Been slipping into those places again lately... slipping back to childhood days before the shadows came... Hoping your heart is in a beautiful moonlit place.

[Ayvid N]

It is in a moonlit place, indeed my friend. Thank you....And I wish you much light and joy too.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you precious friend. The light will come... and the joy will follow. Much appreciated.

[SleeplessVolcano]

I like how you change the color of the text to highlight the contract in the last stanza.

I too, desire that "red life"! Thanks for sharing.

[An owl on the moon]

Always so good to have you here. Thank you so much for your comments! May that red life be yours. :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Owl... I always look for the Moon and it's phases.....
there are many faces hidden there where love shines ever after.
gently, Pat

[An owl on the moon]

Pat, so grateful for your kindness and wisdom. Thank you for pausing here in the moonlight.

[Lilly]

How I've missed reading what you write! Your prose and poetry are equally beautiful.
A world of possibilities and hope await the new light born with the waxing moon.

I particularly liked the first line, - interesting to ponder how differently people can view the same thing. Just about anything and everything is open to interpretation...

[An owl on the moon]

I have so missed you here... and so... am deeply grateful for your return... a bit like the purple crocus rising at the end of my winter garden... telling me spring is here. I appreciate your insights so much.

[Seriana]

"It was the only time I ever knew happiness"...such an ach in that statement. But beauty all the same, dear one. Your peace even in the pain of your words has always been a beacon across the screen.

[An owl on the moon]

Sometimes... mostly at night... in the dark quiet... I remember happiness... those days long ago when sunlight felt eternal... But peace... that I've learned to cling to in the now... Thank you for your gracious thoughts, dear one.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

those last two lines:... In ignorance of strife, we birthed the waxing moon. I am not sure that it can be any more seen than that! You have always been a fabulous writer. I've felt safe in your world of wonderland and at gentled peace. I like however these streaks of red and yellow...I'll see you soon again in the light ole friend. Dont stop signing that name ... it's not the end

[An owl on the moon]

Always a joy to have your presence on my pages. Thank you, dear Queen... Wonderland is rising... this I know... this year will be glorious in its light... stay near... and be watchful for the White Rabbit... 👑