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.
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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.
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dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #112
~ Sky’s The Limit ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
There is so much longing in waiting for a moon
“Two weeks from full”
I love this line.
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.
Lovely poem about the sky. Great imagery.
A beautiful descriptive write. We ARE never alone … if only we could learn to get along!!
There is such depth, such raw and palpable emotion in this one, Ron! Yes, we are never alone. ❤️
Such a beauty in the night to watch it all.
I love the focused observation of your words. This phrase, a slivered crescent
moonsets and vanishes” is sumptuous. Excellent quadrille.
I love gazing at the sky waiting for the moon in all her phases. We are never alone, there is always light to guide us through the
darkness.
Very nice poem. I like the idea that you are never alone!
Luv the fact of your sensing that setting moon and its companionship in your life
Much💜love
The sky is alive and active in your poem, Ron! And you’re right, we are not alone…
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.
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.
That’s so true: we are never alone with the moon and the stars as company!
There’s a wistfulness in this poem. I like the sensing of the moon, and like others the acknowledgement that we’re never alone.
Oh I loved this! We are never alone in nature, are we?
And yet, is the sky ever empty, filled, as it is, with the thoughts of all who gaze skyward. Thus, captured perfectly with “I am never alone.”
I felt a poignancy in that last couplet, and if it means the opposite to what it says.
I love waiting for the meteor shower… it’s one of the times I like the moon staying away…
With the sky offering it’s starry performances, you set the mood very well.
How lovely, Ron. Nice feeling that we are not alone, even with the smallest scrap of moon.