Water Moon

For Sanaa’s prompt, “Water” at Real Toads and for Hedge’s 55.

Water Moon
She’s a water moon
hiding behind clouds.
The stars are silent.
Their lights are dimmed.
The moon sighs behind the clouds –
Her bitter tears fall
Lightly tap tap tapping
On the leaves the roofs the roads.
Faster her tears fall
jumping like grasshoppers –
high the raindrops leap –
slightly surpising
a swooping owl.

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Jimson Weed Moon

Unrpompted for Hedge’s 55. I felt a needed a brain cleanse from the prompt earlier this week of Frida Kahlo’s works. In Native American medicine, jimson weed was used as an hallucinogenic along with peyote. I am using the painting of one of my favorite artists, Georgia O’Keefe. This is also posted on Poets United Poetry Pantry.

Jimson Weed Moon
The moon is a Georgia O’Keefe painting.
Stark white against a black sky
in the museum of the night
It hangs perfectly poised,
glowing in its frame of stars.
Jimson weed moon.
Curling its tendrils about the night –
I thought I was hallucinating
but it was just an owl gliding overhead,
silent as dust.

Jimson Weed, Georgia O’Keefe – fair use

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.

public domain photo

haiku: 122817

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. http://dversepoets.com/2016/11/21/quadrille-21-take-a-breath/

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

public domain photo

public domain photo

summer haiku and tanka

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

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

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

IV.
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.

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