octoburr moonrise

Moonrise by Saskia Boelsums

music of mysterious season
every extra-ordinary evening
when fall’s awe-calling and
autumn’s beat thrum-drums.

dry cornstalks quiver in crisp
whispers of sweater weather as
honky geese migrate late, and
de-fruited trees leave with a sigh.

orange pumpkin planets shimmer
eerily in phantom-tastical gleams
of the ghostly harvest moon-beams
that pierce clouds’ flimsy shroud.


Join dVerse Poets where Dora invites us to “trip the October light fantastic.”

not all that gleams is gold…

Our Alaskan adventure takes us into the heart of gold fever country from the Klondike in Yukon territory to Cripple Creek, the richest little creek in Alaska. We learn about the steep ice stairs of Chilkoot Pass where miners hauled up loads of grubsteak (each man with a year’s worth of food). Only a few struck it rich while most were flat broke within a year or two.

We tour Fairbank’s Gold Dredge #8 and pan for gold. Between the two of us, we share sweet $16 worth of gold flecks (and spend it on a $24 souvenir charm/magnet to display the flakes). Nothing new under the sun! They can keep their gold nuggets while I bask in the allure of silver…

silver rain puddles

flow in rivulets, cascade

to moon-mirror lake


Linking to dVerse where Frank Tassone hosts haibuns 🙂

equilibrium

The Creator precisely designs and tunes the cosmos so that twice yearly the plane of the earth’s equator bisects the sun which means day and night are in perfect balance. The solar system moves with exact timing, aligned in an intricate celestial dance.

At county fair, teams of horses pull wagons in outdoor arena. Harnessed together, two powerful animals work together in perfect harmony. A white and black team, Daisy & Midnight, are trained to trot around ring in rhythmic synchronization, bells jingling.

Sun and moon mark time on earth, ushering in four seasons in turn. As plants soak in every available ray of sun, equinox signals leaves to bud with new life or dry to die; coloring our world. Our lives cycle through the months, years and seasons.

rhythm of planets

~  metes elliptical orbits  ~

sky music of spheres

point of reference

Happy to join Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai in an ekphrastic prompt!

in surreal dream scene

mysterious smoke signals

above lonely tree

is this a call to battle

or full moon celebration?

awaken

frightful childhood dreams

creatures of fur, fang, and claw

mount stairs to bedroom

_______

cannot sleep tonight

half-moon’s eye peeks in window

chases dreams away

_______

someday…rest in peace

mother speaks to me in dreams

her voice reassures

_______

In response to Ingrid’s visionary poetic prompt at dVerse poets…for dreamers only!

night sky

_______

 

half moon of champagne

spills into conversation

fizzes as it wanes

________

“Oh, when will autumn moon…

“Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?
How many past events I’ve known.
The east wind buffeted my room again last night,
I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country.
The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there,
The people’s rosy cheeks are all that’s changed.
How much sorrow can one man have to bear?
As much as a river of spring water flowing east.

-LiYu

how long fall moon and spring bloom shall last?
how many happenings of life have passed?
a northwest wind rattled my window last night
i’ve forgotten how summer moon glows full-bright
old stairway and front porch of home still there
how many memories must bereaved woman bear?
faded are rosy cheeks of my childhood
as river of time flows through tears’ wildwood

-lynn


https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/20/poetics-china-kingdom-of-the-poem/

Laura Bloomsbury invites us to imitate Chinese-style poetry at dVerse poetics. First stanza is a translation from Chinese, second is my interpretation with added rhyme.

moonlit eyes

Frank hosts haibun Monday (moon day) at dVerse poets’ pub.

Cats hunt by the light of the moon, on the prowl for frightened mice, lost birds, or warm baby bunnies. They slink sleekly; wait with tail twitching…then pounce without an ounce of apology. Cats are soft fur & purr, sharp fang & claw. They yowl and croon at the midnight hour. Mating is a loud caterwauling affair…must lust happen just below an open window?

mysterious moon

catwalks across night sky

gleams in black cat’s eye

(Liz Whizkers)

look up in pandemic

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such times of great loss can open our eyes

to see truth more clearly and recognize lies

will you find any comfort in political ties?

 

a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19

streets almost empty, few people are seen

how can we possibly wash our hands clean?

 

ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune

whoever thought they would die so soon?

“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”

 

in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines

to show us the path in these difficult times:

“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”

 

will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray

asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?

may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.

 

 


Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote:  “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide. 

Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

paint chip poetry

 

what the world needs?
ask any child and they’ll say:
swimming pool in my backyard
or smiling dandelion bouquet!

turn world into arboretum
smell the wonderful wisteria
pass around free cotton candy
play in full moon lit mysteria

please rub on that gold genie lamp
and send us all to summer camp!

 

 


Linking to Linda’s paint chip poetry prompt here…

 

 

flowering

 

Winter chrysanthemum,
Wearing nothing
but its own light

© Mizuhara Shūōshi (1892-1981)

 

bright orb illuminates snow
february’s super moon

© lynn__ (1959- )

 

 

 

 


Linking this tan renga response to beautiful haiku at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

shwooshing

Joining in Frank Tassone‘s “Cold Moon” challenge…


 

cross country skiers
under december’s cold moon
track on virgin snow

night’s romantic trek ends with
hot wassail by yule log fire

 

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image: the daring gourmet

 

 

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