The Reality of Snow

For Kerry’s Art Flash/55: A graphite sketch called “Autumn Breath” by Jason Limberg, Michigan USA.  A 55 for the prompt. For Sunday’s Poetry Pantry.

The Reality of Snow
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?” – Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

We are the last of our line.
I fear my brother the next full moon –
the snow will be falling –
like stars in the woods
filling the darkness.
nibbled bits of branches in our stomachs
as we slowly starve.
we lie back-to back for warmth –
snow, unceasing snow.
until it covers us
and we sleep


“Autumn Breath”
Jason Limberg
Used With Permission

The Architect

For Sunday Muse BlogSpot. Shay is the guest poster of the image this week.


The Architech
“I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.” – Mike Tyson

out of the mist the cabin emerges –
like the village of Brigadoon.
When it first began appearing
the pup wasn’t even born yet.
Now it is adult and sits at my side.
Sometimes I reach down and stroke him
and his tail wags and his eyes smile.
Soon we will fade into the mist again.
When we reappear,
the pup will be an older adult,
like me. The trash bin will never be filled
and the moon will be full.
My pup and I will take a break
and walk around in the mist
and return to the cabin for honey tea.

 

The Architech by Erik Johansson

Haibun: Moon Ladder

Today is quadrille Monday at dVerse. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words sans title, using the word choice of the poet giving the prompt. Today Kim is our lovely pubtender and the word of her choice is “fret” or a form of the word.  I am writing a haibun – a Japanese prosimetric form consisting of a paragraph of non-fiction and ended with a seasonal haiku.

Haibun:  Moon Ladder
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ― Anton Chekhov

The night is warm – it’s the beginning of summer. The full strawberry moon glows slightly pink, reflected on the ocean. I wish I could climb the moon ladder to the stars.
warm summer night –
the ocean frets at the shore
slowly wearing it away

Haibun: Moon like cream

For Kim’s prompt over at dVerse. It is Quadrille Monday Today she delights us with “rich” and all the meanings of the word. I offer a Haibun in the manner of Basho.  a quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words sans title. A haibun is a true accounting of prose ended with a seasonal haiku.

Haibun: Moon Like Cream
“The stars are brilliant at this time of night
and I wander these streets like a ritual I don’t dare to break
for darling, the times are quite glorious.” Charlotte Ericksson

The overwhelming smell of honeysuckle wrapped around my head. I stared up at the blue flower moon and inhaled deeply. The moon is the colour of rich country cream – double delights on this night.
honeysuckle
dipped in  the rich cream
of the full moon

The Moon on the ocean

For Bjorn’s prompt on dVerse Poets Pub. Today he explores the sonnet. I have written a modern free form sonnet for the prompt as rhymes and I don’t play well together.Also posting on Poets United Poetry Pantry.

The Moon on the Ocean
The moon lies upon the ocean –
a sleeping dragon curled about itself,
one eye half open observing the world below.
Snow falls like meteors – a shower of cold fire
doused in the black water heaving itself
Upon the shore. This moon is red as blood –
The dragon’s eye carnelian in its glow.
Bits of phosphorus twinkle on the sand.
A crab washes ashore and walks a few paces
before being swept back into the blackness again.
Farther from the shore early breaking waves
show white in the blackness and ladders
from the moonshine track back to the moon
undulating gently upon the water. The
moon on the ocean is a mysterious thing.

Wolf Moon

For Open Link Night at dVerse. happy holidays to you all and happy new year!Wolf Moon
“As I always like to say, good is good forever.” Anthony Bourdain

the wolf moon begins to rise
shattered into pieces
by black branches
like a sky mounted mirror.
branches begin to whisper
tossed by high flying breezes
sounding like windchimes made from seashells,
small animal bones, broken glass –
The wolf moon crouches in the sky
sniffing the smell of the wind.

Hatsuyuki: Full Moon Snow Dance

For my prompt over at Real Toads:  Stepping into the void.  In which we learn about the enso, the circle, drawing the circle.  The void of the inner circle, empty and yet full.  The different aspects of ma – the dimensions of the void.  Zen Buddhists often draw the enso as a daily exercise to center themselves.  It should take only a breath or two to draw the circle.  Come visit.  Learn about the enso, learn about you.   Here is the link to Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/step-into-void.html

*Hatsuyuki:  Full Moon Snow Dance
Snow swirling in the wind
whispering in my ear –
“Dance with me to my silent music
Let me stir your blood –
our private dance,
only the moon will see –“
All white covers the ground
The trees, the roads, the houses.
Flat white glowing in the full moon,
flattening out the shadows,
one dimensional landscape.
I step out onto the snow,
breathe in deeply the sweet freezing air.
The moon glows, making the snow cover shimmer.
I twirl in the snow and laugh.
Arms held wide
I begin our white hot rhumba.
The moon, the snow and me.
I whisper to the snow and the moon.
This is our secret dance.

*Hatsuyuki is Japanese for first snow.  An even viewed with almost holy overtones

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