At the most beautiful breakfast

[lunar glide]

Out of the joy of memories
amid the smell of blueberry pancakes
rise moons
without nights
muscadine grapes
picked by mom's love

a little afraid
to press their skin
against my heart's skin
the trepidation of crying
in front of my dad
or the obstinate edges
my cheeks used to draw
around happiness

oh tears
how much salt
leaks out anyway
only those moons
can make out.

[AlexandratheLate]

Beautiful LG and I love blueberry pancakes. So good to see you posting again.

[lunar glide]

Thanks Atl. Ive missed all the poets here. I lost creativity for a little while.

[AlexandratheLate]

I know that feeling. 😊

[amenOra]

Makes me hungry. Reminds me of some Sylvia Plath about her slicing a thumb in the kitchen -- but in a good way. Because of this the middle stanza is great, imo. Personal meaning and what it "does" to me, or something like that. Makes me question, moons without nights? in a good way. Love the poetics, and the atmosphere. "Only those moons"

[amenOra]

ps. cool title~

[lunar glide]

Thank you! I wasnt sure about the title so im excited you like it.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

It was incredible - in many ways - wasn't it? Really beautiful versing LG.

[lunar glide]

Thanks RLW! I have to catch up

[Bobby Del Boy]

Family is everything LG. Some memories good and some not so good. A lot happened around the breakfast table. This seemed very timely for Easter. Out of this wooooooooorld LG!

[lunar glide]

Thank you Bobby! Always an honor to receive you comments..

[imrogue]

heart warming poem ❤️

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Nice to see your name in the queue imrogue! Happy Easter!

[lunar glide]

Thanks imrogue!

[Tony Grannell]

Hello lunar glide, You ponder so tenderly, serenely sad yet beautiful so endearing is your poetry. Breakfasted on the

muscadine fruits of a mother's love in your own unique and mysterious style. Eloquently rendered. Fond regards, Tony.

[lunar glide]

Thank you so much Tony!