Blue Moon Reverie Blue Moon, again we meet at the sentineled wood, the dance of light beyond, from which, before, we’ve always moved on, each to our own next day. Yet, haven’t we known this moment would come? I must gain passage through. Highborn friend, play your light through the sentinels’ boughs that I might find my way to that shimmery place. My heart longs to abide in such mystical shine. Adieu then, yet when next you greet the night, lend ear: if still I have body to sing, hear my unworldly song. Darrell Petska Darrell Petska, a retired university engineering editor and Wisconsin poet, has published in journals such as The Ekphrastic Review, Third Wednesday Magazine, Muddy River Poetry Review, and Verse-Virtual (see conservancies.wordpress.com). Petska is collaborating with Brent Skinner, who lives in Minnesota and has an estate planning and probate law practice in Wisconsin. Skinner's passion is creating works of art. A serendipitous encounter reunited poet and artist after their lives diverged more than 50 years ago.
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July 2025
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