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ON THIS BLUE MOON by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

I have always been moved by the cycles of the Moon…

I honor her presence as she shines in our sky with her brilliance again; always grateful for her beauty and light.   

This Poem is dedicated to the voices of women. Especially the women who allowed their stories to grace the pages of our new poetry anthology: Where Journey’s Meet: The Voice of Women’s Poetry released today. (available here)

Being a part of this very moving project, uniting with women through the remarkable efforts of Catherine Ghosh, has moved me to continue to write, allowing my poetry to reach across the world.

With our words we allow the movement of our souls to reach out and touch yours. Our powerful and passionate voices of poetic expression come to you in the written word today. May they touch you deeply! On this Blue Moon I honor the light of my sisters' voices bursting through the dark as our light unites with yours.

On This Blue Moon
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

on this blue moon-
illuminating scintillance,
our voices rise
to touch your brilliance,
you grace us with your presence-
in your second returning,
we breathe,
we shout,
we whisper,
across the universe-
souls touching souls,
through our words-
bringing promise of choice,
our sisterhood,
our motherhood,
our womanhood,
our love boundless with
passion and desire:
like a flame dancing
across the darkness of our nights,
words woven into heartache
bringing healing,
we come to courage
through our vulnerability.
once in a blue moon,
shadows embrace light-
our soul secrets,
our struggling from our chrysalises-
break open with revelations freeing,
our soul speaks
into the pages,
to tell you of journeys
that weep with tears,
spilling upon our joy:
we sing, we hum, we chant, we pray,
our words-
our stories,
words birthing our journeys
that come to meet yours,
on this Blue Moon Night.

(Find more of Maureen's poetry in our new book here) 
Artwork: "Poetry of the Moon" by David Joaquin

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg is an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soul’s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureen’s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in life’s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page called Heart’s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly  sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a means of inner releasing. Maureen has 3 adult children and currently lives in Oak Park, Illinois. She has recently published her first debut poetry book called Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life which can be purchased here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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