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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Real Toads: Artistic Impressions

Today at Real Toads, Margaret is prompting us with various pieces of art work from the Asheville, NC county fair, all done by Amateurs! Come join us to look at the delightful pics and read the poems. I have chosen to write a haibun finished with a real haiku – seasonal word (kigo) and cutting word (kireji) included in the haiku.


artwork – Asheville County Fair

Autumn has come at last to the South. The sky is the perfect clear blue of the season – aki no sora. A bit of a chill in the air but no frost as of yet. Leaves are starting to turn – slowly. There is more gold, red, and orange among the green than there was last week. At night, owls hoot gently and float silently through the trees, looking for food.
blue skies stretch over
trees – colors form a rainbow –
bright stars warm the sky

artwork Asheville County Fair

dVerse Poets Pub – voice of first frost

This is for dVerse’s Poets Pub, Haibun Monday.  Victoria is using the words “shimi no koe” – the voice of first frost to prompt us in our haibun.  First frost is a precursor to hatsu yuki, the first snow.  These two firsts are almost like sacred times to the Japanese and their observance of the seasons.  Victoria has done a beautiful job in this prompt.  Come visit us and read the various haibun at:  I’ve been awy due to eye problems.  I am slowly working my way back. Today I am posting this at Real Toads.

Beautiful October
The October after you left in June was one of the most beautiful autumns I have known. I remember the smell of freshly fallen leaves mixing with the mast of those fallen the year before and slowly returning to the earth. I remember the colors all swirled together in a psychedelic tee shirt of warm colors. Most of all, I remember the night frost descended – the first of the season.

I remember sitting on the steps and blowing out the smoke from the joint I was smoking – doubly rich smoke both from the herb and the cold. The smoke was pure white in the moonlight. I shivered in the cold and pulled my frayed denim jacket closer. Across the full moon, a bat? An owl? A night bird? Flew blacking out the sparkling stars in the cold black sky. I could feel the change in the air; I could feel the temperature drop and feel the frost forming on my face, on the sleeves of the jacket. I walked across the lawn, slowly. Turning I could see where my boots had melted the frost that was glimmering on the grass. I thought to myself, trying to get over you was like trying to sew with gloves on or trying to turn a long rusted bolt.

autumn night – silent
stars look down on the frost and
shiver in the cold

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dVerse OLN 172 – spring stars – haru no hoshi

For dVerse Poets Pub #172. Poets submit one poem of their choice for this. All kinds of poems will be linked by talented poets. Come find your new favorite poet. My poem, a daring (for me) break of Japanese poetic form – a tanka and haiku together. Come join us at:

haru no hoshi
spring night sky – wet stars
falling silent as dust. lights
dim out one by one
glowing moon breathes – blackberry
blooms are born – earthbound stars.

blackberry blooms in
dark night – dreams of summer wine
entice sleeping birds


copyright kanzensakura

copyright kanzensakura

dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar #2

Another entry for the wonderful Golden Shovel poetic form prompt De has given us to use for our poems.  Come and read!  I am linking to:  I seem to have a theme going here:  stars and the night.  I have taken my lines (two lines out of sequence but in order) from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s  Maud, an extract, section viii

Winter Stars at Night
In spite of the leaving of day and love my heart continues to beat
and to throb in rhythm with the watching stars and to
carry me onward through the night and the
coldness of snow as it falls – noiseless.
I remember the lights and the music
your arms around me and the warmth of
your kiss on my neck – tasting the pearls, the
salt of my skin. Before you left the Night
was bright with chandelier stars and warm and my heart beat
ast with the waltz and the oh so happy
music and the lift of the music and the smiling stars.
Now here in the lonely night the stars pulse, timing
their silent heartbeats with
lost and broken things
stumbling in the falling snow, here on the earth below

free non-commercial use image

free non-commercial use image

Meeting the Bar: Golden Shovel

Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, De (WwhimsyGizmo) has given us the poetic form prompt of Golden Shovel. A most interesting form. You take a line or lines from a favorite poem. Each word becomes the last word of a line of the poem. Come visit us to read this distinct reforming of a poem. I have chosen a favorite haiku by Kobayashi Issa. The italicized words at the end of each line are the words of the haiku. I am linking to:

Night Stars
The hot dense time of summer
Wraps my garden in slumberous night
so hot the frogs are silent and even
the cicadas sleep – the
distant black horizon explodes with showers of stars.
alone together, the night and I are
gazing in adoration at the crescent moon – the whispering
footsteps of passing covert deer on their way to
the dreaming creek. A lone mockinbird names each
 in their passing, intimately known to the other.

haiku by Issa written in his own hand

haiku by Issa written in his own hand

Quadrille Monday – Shimmer

Today Victoria is giving us the prompt word for Quadrille Monday.  We are to write a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title).  Our word is “shimmer”.  Isn’t that a wonderful word?  Come visit us at dVerse Poets Pub and read the Quadrilles for “shimmer”.  Because the poems are only 44 words, it won’t take you long to read and enjoy.  I am using one of my favorite Japanese season words (kigo) – Amanogawa – the Japanese word for the Milky Way  – the River of Heaven. dVerse Link for Quadrille #6

The Eternal River
The river of heaven shimmers in the night sky.
its shape seems to be asking eternal questions
or flowing to the answers.
when I look up at night,
seeking or finding –
I am the impermanence,
the one who changes.
The river flows – eternal.

free public domain image

free public domain image Milky Way


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