Poetry in a Plethora of Gazes

Plethora of Gazes

I see their eyes
watching, staring, glaring
examining, peering, scrutinizing, inspecting
dilated pupils
colorful irises
inquisitiveness sprinkled over the whites of their eyes.

Taking in the essence of my being
a photocopy of sight suspended in time
for a moment, a minute or an hour
to what do I owe an admiration so fair
or a curiosity so deep?
Is it disguised jealousy or envy?
Do they sense the peace in my spirit
or how I walk placidly in the midst of haste?

The window to the soul is the forte of the eyes
such dynamics when I pass them on busy streets
displaying telltale fragments of their life
good or bad, victorious or defeated
truth in the gazes, be it friend or foe
compelling testimonials of life evermore

the gaze of desires tucked away
revelations of intentions within the depths of their hearts
if only for a momentary glance
a story is quickly told through the windows to their soul.

© 2013 Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry



Poetry and Art in the Dance of A Jellyfish

JellyFish, swimming

I find jellyfish to be delicate, tranquil and mesmerizing marine creatures. They are unique and invoke a childlike curiosity in all of us. Although there are about 200 known species of these alien looking aquatic animals, they are considered to be one of the oldest surviving species among marine creatures. Their quiet beauty amazes me so.

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Dance of a Jellyfish

Oh the placid dance of a jellyfish

resembling a maritime ballerina in transparent costumes

trailing tentacles like floating tissue paper

its pulsating bell festive as a Mardi Gras parasol

though gelatinous and fluid, it is not a fish

but a luminous, artistic invertebrate

be cautious of its venomous and painful sting

the fluorescent defense of this nautical swimmer.

© Kym Gordon Moore

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

jellyfish, marine life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Jellyfish, Marine Life

Poetry: Celebrating the Anniversary of the Star-Spangled Banner

Star-Spangled Banner, Poem,Francis Scott Key, National Anthem

Image Credit: George Hodan

Who would have imagined that on September 13, 1814, after Francis Scott Key penned a poem which was later set to music, would go on to become a national treasure? In 1931 this poem became America’s national anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner.” The poem, originally titled “The Defence of Fort McHenry,” was written after Key witnessed the Maryland fort being bombarded by the British during the War of 1812. Key was inspired by the sight of a lone U.S. flag still flying over Fort McHenry at daybreak.

The Star-Spangled Banner Poem

O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner – O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto – “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

The poem was printed in newspapers and eventually set to the music of a popular English drinking tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven” by composer John Stafford Smith. People began referring to the song as “The Star-Spangled Banner” and in 1916 President Woodrow Wilson announced that it should be played at all official events. It was adopted as the national anthem on March 3, 1931.

Happy Anniversary
Star-Spangled Banner!



Musical Waters

Water, Poetry, Dancing Waters, National Poetry Month

Musical Waters
(excerpt from the poem “Musical Waters” in the book Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry, 2013)

where the wind’s velocity determines whether the water sings falsetto,
soprano, alto, tenor or base
an aquatic musical composition
bursting with a poetic rhapsody
never the same sheet of music
as the smooth breeze
caresses the water like a tinkling chime
envisioning a ballerina performing her pirouette à la seconde


the sun sparkling on the water
like a spotlight hitting a sequined dress on the dance floor
the essence of a vision fair
where water is kissed with a seductive touch
dancing with the swirling cool air.

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth

Fright Night

Poetry, Dreams, Running, From Behind the Pen

Fright Night

I tossed and turned all night

panic-stricken dreams

drenched in night sweats

I’m running, from who or what

I don’t know, I’m just running

trying to dodge the chase

from an unknown entity

I know not what it is


I haven’t done anything wrong, or have I?

I try screaming, but I am mute

I look around for help but there is none

so I run

dashing across a street

not paying attention to oncoming traffic

for there is none and so I run

anxiousness overwhelms me as I leap

into a cemetery where the ground is barren

the graves all edged in river rock lay

I see the back of a women’s head

she sits by a headstone, but whose I don’t know

I’m afraid

if I wasn’t then I wouldn’t be running


I am still being chased

yet determined to escape,

if I am caught then what?

I don’t know. I fight?

There are others standing around,

they aren’t running, they just stand

but why, I haven’t the time to wonder

still I run, for my life depends on it

I won’t be caught

I can’t be taken, the chaser gaining on me


when suddenly I am whisked to reality

I open my eyes lying on my back

the room is dark

but I know my way around

I make a mad dash to the bathroom

so that’s why I had to run?

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth

Poetry for the Day: Soho – A Limerick

poetry, cat, window, Limerick
There was a finicky cat named Soho
part Siamese, Tabby and Calico
a windowsill was her seat
falling, landing on her feet
leaping beyond places dogs dare not go!

(This poem is from the book Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry)

Soho is a limerick, and believed to have Irish roots. It is a five-line poem in anapestic or amphibrachic meter with a strict rhyme scheme. Limericks intend to be humorous or sometimes obscene with a witty content!

Poetry for the Day: Riding the Storm

riding the storm, eagles fly, encouragement

Riding the Storm

In the midst of the storm, hold on and wait
strong, gusty winds are reduced to a gentle breeze
heavy downpours of rain are reduced to light showers
chaos and confusion is reduced to peace
anxiety and sadness is changed to joy
fear and doubt is changed to faith
bitterness and hatred is turned into love.

Abide in Him and He in you
invite Him to stir up your gift
as you look to the end of the storm
and see the clear, golden sky
ask what you will in His name
it shall be done.

Mount up with wings as an eagle
soar to heights never before seen
gather the long awaited harvest
that survived the deadliest of storms
your fruit shall feed many
your light will inspire and lead.

– Kym Gordon Moore
(From the book, Diversities of Gifts: Same Spirit)