Hunters Moon

An American Sentence for Amaya’s Prompt at dVerse – Majesty   An American sentence is Ginsberg’s answer to the haiku because he had a problem following the rules for haiku.  It is exactly 17 syllables and a complete sentence.

 

Hunters Moon
“Moonlight is sculpture…” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne

Can anything have more majesty than the moon over the ocean?

Hunters Moon over the ocean

At the Beach

For Carrie’s Sunday Muse Blogspot

 

At the Beach
“The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.” Henry Beston

We sat on beach towels on the sand
watching the waves and gulls,
cooled by the breeze.
I held the shell I had found on the beach
just an hour ago.
I held it up to my ear and said,
Mama, I can hear the ocean!
She grinned.
But of course you can!
She took a sip of her iced tea
from the thermos.
I sat in front of the ocean
and continued to listen to the ocean
through my shell.

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

a piece of the ocean

a piece of the ocean
“I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.” ― Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

here is a piece of the ocean –
this bit of blue,
this bit of gold,
this bit of green.
I love you with the serene brutality
of the ocean –
but we are two different oceans
apart from each other
on different coasts –
loving eternally but never meeting
on the sands –
kissing and missing by inches.
always apart.
without the gulls the sky is empty.

 

Seagulls

For Kerry’s prompt at Real Toads, Let’s Be Imagists.  As a Note:  T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound are two of my favorite poets. I fell in love with them when I was thirteen.  This is Day 25 of NAPOWRIMO.

Seagullsj
“Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.” Ezra Pound

Blue sky
White clouds
Black rocks
Green ocean.
Seagulls dive cutting the scene into
ribbons

Haibun: Winter Ocean

For De’s prompt at Quadrille Monday. The prompted word is kiss.  A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words and uses a prompted word.

Haibun: Winter Ocean

Walking along the shore, snow begins. The sky is grey overhead and golden sand becomes white. Broken shells roll in the surf. I hold my face up to the sky to be kissed.
lazy snowflakes kiss
the shore – ocean kisses back –
winter romance blooms

 

 

 

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.

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