Date Night

It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem using the word (or encompassing the concept of: sky.

Thanks to De for hosting and getting us started.


Date Night

I stand, waiting, on a
mid-September faded green
under a starry dark,
an hour before Orionids,
anticipating the light show.

Two weeks from full,
a slivered crescent
moonsets and vanishes
a quarter million miles away.

Only the sky is empty;
I am never alone.

dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #112
~ Sky’s The Limit ~


21 thoughts on “Date Night

  1. This is excellent Ron. No, we are never alone on this planet, nor in this universe. We all need to be more aware of that and perhaps we would behave better toward toward each other, the earth, and all the living species on it.

  2. Such a stunning piece, Ron. It’s beautiful and it holds such truth. There’s so much in the sky itself; the colors, the clouds and the stars. One can never truly be alone. I love your view in this poem, and it’s written with eloquence. Another amazing poem.

  3. I like the way the word ‘waiting’ is central to the opening line, Ron, which firmly focuses your quadrille on wistful expectance. I love that mid-September has faded and the anticipation of the light show, which has me holding my breath. The final lines are like a warm smile.

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