A Risky Resurfacing
Saturated March sky,
the waterlogged stars
provide no passage.
A symmetrical grub
wriggles to the surface
of the sodden night.
Drowned by darkness,
the soft worm moon,
a cylindrical cyclops,
takes the night’s first gasp.
Exposed, without protection,
it may well be its last.
© 2023 | K. Hartless
dVerse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #171: Poetry is a kind of Gasp
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
It is always risky to surface. I really enjoyed this.
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Thank you, Dale. I am enjoying this full moon and the daffodils under the moon. Ours still have some stamina and hope that the frost won’t return.
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It is a beauty, I was looking at it shine on our snow banks… 😏
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Cold-hearted Orb!🌕 Beautifully disgusting Tim Burton vibes. Fear+Disgust+Joy. Now I want gummy worms and scary movies. Eww WORMS!
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I wanted to find an image of just one worm head poking through the black dirt sky. Epic fail. But this combo sounds fun. Way cooler, too If you go digging for a film, and find one. Be sure to share. 💜🪱
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Haha so it took a twist! This def turned out fun either way. Your improv inspires!✌️
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An engaging poem and presentation, K.
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Thank you, Michele. 💜 The full moon is dangerously bold tonight. I think if that worm pokes its head out a tiny bit more, it’s sure to get gobbled up. I really appreciate your kind words.
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You are welcome. 🌚 Plenty of food for the worms; sometimes they are the food. 🪱
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Spooky and visceral descriptions, K – can picture the damp soil and mouldy darkness perfectly. Powerful poetry! ❤
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Thank you kindly, Tom. 💜 I had a nice view of that wriggly orb this evening. Now cosmic birds in sight for a midnight snack. Ah well, there’s always next year.
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Excellent, KK ❤ ~ I really like this line ~ it's cute:
~David
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Thank you. A sort of singleminded was we are all capable of (and I’m teaching the Odyssey, so it’s on my mind.)
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“a cylindrical cyclops”
Nice line. Enjoyed the poem. 🙂
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Thank you. 💜
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This is both scrumptious and spooky, K! I resonate strongly with the image of a bold moon ❤️❤️
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Thank you. 💜 It was on full display last night. I was grateful for the inspiration.
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Wow you wriggeled that moon into scary mode. Interesting!
Thanks for dropping by my blog, K.
Much💜love
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Thanks, Gillena. It may make it, still. Back on the sky’s surface this pm. I appreciate you reading and commenting on my quadrille. 💜💜
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I loved this portrait of the worm moon–
these lines could stand alone:
“the soft worm moon,
a cylindrical cyclops,
takes the night’s first gasp.”
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Thank you kindly, Merril. I loved letting my imagination go and the “gasp” was just the hook I needed to catch this worm. 💜
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You’re welcome. 💙
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snow day after day
reverse yeah
bleech
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Slimy, squirmy wormies.
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The last stanza is just so damn good! You rocked this prompt 🙌🌙✨️
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I’m glowing now right among with that bold worm. Thank you, Jay. 💜🌕
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Oh, I love how you used the worm moon to create such amazing imagery. So good!
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Love the visual of this. That image is haunting, and your poem is a wonderful match.
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Thank you. I enjoyed the worm moon in all its glory and also this lovely quadrille event. I appreciate you commenting.
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Nature is indeed quite serious business. Everything is somewhere on someone’s food chain. Well done, K.
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Thank you kindly, Bill. Such true musings. I think I may have fallen down the pecking order around here the last few months. Ah well, it’s sort of a good thing to be somewhere in the middle, I suppose.
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Loved the worm moon! Great imagery in this.
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