Here's a poem by
Diane Sahms-Guarnieri
Poet by night; Procurement Analyst (Contractor), Department of Navy by day (It's a living.)
Faces of the Moon over Philadelphia
Purple sky darkens
Schuylkill River's rippling skin
near Boathouse Row displacing
day's dip and pull of oars
moon's wavering vision
Streetlights' reflections
covering burial of dust
bone, cobblestone
generation upon generation
moon's revolutions
Pinnacles without souls
illuminate pearl-lit windows
filled with luxurious leisure
antique winds' broken whispers
circle from lips of ancient stars
one-eyed moon pirate of night
At Penn's Landing
ships string ivory lights
through sails of hair
Delaware River rushes
to kiss the bay
as silent fish sleep
to a madman's mutilated singing
his life's song ink drippings
from Ben Franklin's bridge where
night's frozen air is black
moon remembers his drowned secrets
Cold horses pull carriages
in glittering night
although they know the streets
of Independence
they are far from green pastures
big eyes show no expression
invisible arms of moon
hug their strong necks
City of LOVE and sorrows
Clothespin clamped tightly
as lovers entwine
neon tower swords
slice wind's scarred face
cars run over dreams
hemlock and oak take root
fountains froth foam
yin-yang moon
A double nocturne turns
in an Academy, theatres
Art Museum's Greek Temples
sing of arts
bonfires spark golden stars
ivory tambourine moon refrains
pulses in our veins