#moonleafpoetry

The Going Away ... #moonleafpoetry #thegoingaway #poetry #fortheloveofwords #motionofwords #goinghome 🍃💛🍃

*Psst: (Shameless Plug) Check out the following link in Rebelle Society, my poem ”He,” just went live this AM! Was too excited to sleep. Hope you’ll take a moment to read. Maybe even leave a comment for me, if you feel so inclined. Please try not to judge me too harshly, and do excuse my indulgence in my own playfully-written sexual proclivities—I am a grown woman (clearing my throat). Lol. #rebellesocietypoetry #he #fortheloveofwords #studio69 #fortroublemakers #forthedreamers #creativelymaladjusted #poetry #moonleafpoetry #lovemore #takerisks #putitinwriting #sexualprose #sparksimagination 🍃💛🍃 http://www.rebellesociety.com/2018/03/14/raquellebaudour-he/

Wonderings. —If a day would come ... #moonleafmood #donttakeyourselftooseriously #moonleafprose#moonleafpoetry #wonderings #tuesdaysplaybook 🍃💛🍃

“Trouble Is We Lose Our way” I watch my steps closely now … Along this earthen path, darkened by the dampened cold of a wet, leaf-covered pathway, slowly being patterned by the softening shadows of the shifting sun. Finding my way ... Home. Like I do. Where there is the most light. Where there is the most love. Where the only trouble is … I lose my way sometimes. ~ Raquel LeBaudour #loseyourwaytofindit #bohemianfunkpoetry #moonleaflove #moonleafpoetry 🍃💛🍃

And so you write ... and you listen for acceptance: “The little poem that could” (lol). —Just got word my poem “How Does One Write The Wind,” as well as the photograph I took and submitted in coordination with that piece, were both accepted for the Autumn Issue No. 2 of the @justemilieu.lit Zine.” This particular piece was written on April 14th of 2015 ... hence, “the little poem that could.” Lol. It may be a nominal thing to many, but to me—it’s truly an honor. I am happiest when I feel my work has connected with people, and deeply appreciate it when my words are carried on. #JusteMilieu #justemilieuliteraryzine #poetry #powerofpoetry #writeyourlittleheartout #moonleafpoetry 🍃💜🍃

Music IS my air ... Oxygen for my spirit, The breath to my soul. Inhaling and Exhaling ... Melodies, rhythms, beats ... Set to the drumming … Of my very own heart. ~ R/#musicislove #musicislife #moonleafpoetry 🍃🎼🍃

"Straddler" Straddler ... of Past & Present. There, that girl there … she lives looking backward. One foot here; One, deeply-rooted there ... Deep in the past. She prefers life that way. Side-saddled in two seats, Both comfortable and keen on fit. One, tested, tried and painfully, true. And one, still waiting to be realized. Both incongruent, Yet neither without flaw. Straddle that disposition. Seat your brass in the deepest pocket of that saddle, And ride it on out, Straight … and true, Through and through, Until the early-grey of the day Meets you where you may. Straddler … Of Past & Present. One foot here; One, there. She only glances backwards now … And only on occasion, For her time in realizing, She has found, Is better kept here, And now; Gifted To the Present. Still, she will ride … Glancing back here or there, But, only to know From just where She came. So never she forgets ... Just how far she really has come. ~ Raquel LeBaudour #moonleafpoetry 🍃🍁🍃

“Treble” Influenced by music … I like my sound HIGH … on treble, Then, give me the bass. Layer it in low … and loud, I want to feel it inside my chest. Like a teenaged schoolgirl In a cute ‘older’ guy’s FAST car, His stereo vibrating through your chest, the beat becomes your pulse. Balancing rebellion, With your best attempt at obedience. Sifting emotions, Shaking teenage moods, Spinning brodies in the middle of nowhere, On a warm-winded September night. All ... just beneath your first beer buzz. It’s only 10:10 in the PM. The night just began. You’ll be home before the REAL parties start ... To slip right back out your bedroom window … And back into the mix, Because missing out on something dangerous, Was nothing that EVER interested you. How far can I push this? How far can I go? The thrill of it all. Youth ... Boredom never suits, When you're burning to live. So, if it's never gonna be what it once could've been, Do me one solid … Turn UP the treble on that tooth ... ‘Cuz I NEED to feel the sound inside my chest. Sweet Sound, recovering all the spaces and places within That people can never seem to reach. Music, became my prayer. Rhythm and sound, my healers. It is all that will soothe this stirring soul. So, silence the inner-judgement, And turn UP the treble. ~ Raquel LeBaudour #moonleafpoetry 🍃🎼🍃