Red Moon
Sapper Morton:…”you’ve never seen a miracle.” Bladerunner 2049
I had a vision the other night –
in the blackness of the night
I looked up and saw
a miracle –
Have you ever seen a miracle?
The red moon burns the night sky –
Glowing cinders turn into stars
fading at the light of day
A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub and for Tuesday Platform over at Real Toads
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kanzen sakura 
Feb 26, 2018 @ 15:18:37
You write so beautifully about the night… I feel I miss something when sleeping. Love the image of that moon.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 15:22:14
That’s exactly how I feel. I guess that’s why I only sleep a couple of hours a night.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 15:24:53
Your focus on so many nighttime wonders makes me think of the song from the Beauty and the Beast–I think it’s called “The Music of the Night.” It gives me the chills, as does you poetry.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 17:18:04
Thank you Victoria. The song is from Phantom of the Opera. Once in awile, Brad will sing it to me. He is such a romantic. I love the night.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 15:27:26
Beautiful, Toni:
‘The red moon burns the night sky –
Glowing cinders turn into stars
fading at the light of day’
Feb 26, 2018 @ 15:32:04
Beautiful, indeed! My favorite memory of looking into the miracles of the night sky is from many years ago — lying atop Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park and counting the shooting stars. The night sky always carries miracles 🙂
And when I see the “harvest moon” — when it’s full and golden, I can hear my mother signing “Shine on, shine on harvest moon” and see her dancing around the living room! Thanks for the memories you’ve brought to light for me here, Toni!
Feb 26, 2018 @ 15:39:32
Glowing cinders turn into stars—lovely image.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 15:50:34
Only mother-nature can put this kind of show on. Beautiful.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 16:10:55
What a wise owl you are. Beautifully still.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 16:13:19
Thank you for the “wise owl”. Hugs.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 16:15:41
Nice!!
Feb 26, 2018 @ 16:29:55
I love that conflation of embers and stars. It works both ways, of course. Lovely.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 16:30:02
oh yes! Love your night sky.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 16:31:02
glowing cinders turn into stars. Earth, space and the red moon come to mind, an inspiring film too
Feb 26, 2018 @ 16:46:08
Being able to see anything at all is a kind of miracle but a red moon is amazing.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 17:28:06
Love your play on the quote, and how you weave the words around that beautiful photo you chose.
Feb 26, 2018 @ 18:05:25
Every time a red moon is up, it’s cloudy here. I’d like to see one. Your poem makes it sound so romantic
Feb 26, 2018 @ 18:12:58
Love the imagery of the red moon burning the night sky~
Feb 26, 2018 @ 18:49:31
The stars as the moon’s cinders! So great!
Feb 26, 2018 @ 20:38:07
Love the glowing cinders disappearing at the light of day~ a miracle for sure!
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Feb 26, 2018 @ 20:56:51
Love this!
Feb 27, 2018 @ 05:34:51
Glowing cinders turn into stars.. sigh.. that is is such a gorgeous image!💞
Feb 27, 2018 @ 07:24:42
Lovely images of the night–and miracles. “Glowing cinders. . .” Beautiful
Feb 27, 2018 @ 12:02:47
Thank you
Feb 27, 2018 @ 13:24:01
I love this!!! Burning cinders turn into stars!!! And wishes do come true.
Feb 27, 2018 @ 13:41:33
Yes they do!
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Feb 27, 2018 @ 15:20:53
Love love LOVE. Especially “Glowing cinders turn into stars.”
Feb 27, 2018 @ 15:26:17
There’s something about night that always captures us, one or the other way.
Lovely write !
Feb 27, 2018 @ 15:27:18
Thank you!
Feb 27, 2018 @ 16:04:02
Lovely! You paint a beautiful picture of a miracle.
Feb 27, 2018 @ 16:43:23
“Glowing cinders turn into stars” – that is such a fantastic concept!
Feb 27, 2018 @ 20:59:48
a red moon – that would be wondrous.
Feb 27, 2018 @ 22:50:07
Great image of the red moon burning the night!
Feb 28, 2018 @ 03:25:14
I really love that you take such pleasure from the night. We didn’t get to see the red moon, it was a cloudy night and somehow I felt cheated. I didn’t get to see the miracle.
Feb 28, 2018 @ 11:54:30
The magic, the real magic is in seeing that there are miracles everywhere–in the Red Moon, in the moon that hides in the dark, in the poetry fed by all the possibilities… Miracles everywhere. Love it.
Feb 28, 2018 @ 15:09:07
Wow, that sounds gorgeous.
Feb 28, 2018 @ 22:52:23
This is lovely. “The red moon burns the night sky”–love this line. It gives me chills of joy just to read it, in the same way that actually seeing a red moon does. I’ll never see a red moon again without thinking of it burning the night sky.
Mar 01, 2018 @ 00:20:15
Nice build up, Toni. I was apprehensive about the miracle until the last, “Glowing cinders turn into stars” convinced me. The kicker was when they disappear when the light comes, just like regular stars do.
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