Night Curtains

For the Friday prompt at Real Toads: Curtains and for Hedge’s 55 and for Poets United Poetry Pantry.

Night Curtains
Draw back the curtains of the night,
show us the stars and the glowing moon –
Let in the argent light.
Dance to the rhythm of the
speckled shadows –
whisper of the music made by the stars –
pulsing as sure as the blood
in your veins, beating slowly.
Draw back the curtains of the night.

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frost forms on window –
moon stays warm among the stars –
quiet night sleeps

Quadrille – The Sleeping Moon

Today is Quadrille Monday here at dVerse Poets Pub.  Mish is giving us the prompt word for today which is breath or breathe and any variants – breathtaking, breathless, breathing…A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title and must include the prompter’s choice of a word.  Come join us for some breathtaking poems that will leave you breathless.  and it doesn’t take long to read ’em.

the sleeping moon
the moon breathes a sigh of relief –
it is time to go dark,
to disappear behind the clouds
to listen to the stars singing
To watch the blades of grass riffling
to hide the shells on the shore
to close her eyes and dreamless sleep

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summer haiku and tanka

the full moon flutters
on the surface of the pond
dancing in time to
the first song of summer sung
by a lonely cicada

the summer moon bursts
from behind the clouds – startled
an owl takes flight

still summer air weighs
heavy against the trees and
then the rain begins

small bell sounds like rain
in the summer dawn – birds sing
to the cobalt sky

Nights in White Satin – For 雅

I did not write this song, but I wish I did….A song from my misspent youth.  It is in my mind today.  The song was performed b the Moody Blues.  It is not printed in its entirety – only what keeps playing in my head.  The music is haunting and sometimes wistful, other times dramatic

Nights in white satin,

Never reaching the end.

Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.

Beauty I’d always missed

With these eyes before.

Just what the truth is

I can’t say anymore.

’cause I love you. Oh how I love you.

Full Moon Madness – 01/28/13 3:00 am

I sit in my special
place on the back steps
and gaze at the moon. Light rain
coats me with icy sheen. All
I can think of, at this moment,
Is your face with the snow falling
And melting on your skin.

November 6, 1987 The Braid

The night we stood on the walkway of the bridge
Looking up at the full moon.
You looked down at its reflection on the river,
And said to me, Do you want the moon?
I’ll go down, get, and bring it to you,
A double handful at a time.
I looked up into your eyes
And saw you were speaking truth.
You are all I want. You are enough.
One year ago to the day
You had looked through your men
At me and said, your hair smells of Mitsouko.
And gently touched the long braid of my hair.

Seven years later, I stand at the same place
On the walkway of the bridge, alone.
You left a year ago.

You loved my hair – thick and wavy with occasional threads of
White. Soft and fine as a silk thread you told me.
You’d bury your face in it
After you had taken off the silly
Rubber band I used to hold the end of the braid,
Or after you had pulled out one of the kanzashi
You brought me back, watching
As my hair flowed down.
“nagareochiru taki” You would whisper.
“Sono taki wa kirei desu.”

I stand now in the same place you stood.
I try to reach back to
Those years ago you offered me the moon.
I try to pull together the essence of you
Tight around me like a cocoon.
My heart seeks the smell of you:
Bee and flower sandalwood soap, surgical scrub,
The heady musk of your skin.

Only the moonless night and the green cold
Smell of the river are with me on the bridge.
I pull scissors from my bag and begin to
Cut my braid at my nape.
It still smells of Mitsouko.
I throw it down into the river.
The river swallows it and keeps
Its secrets.

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