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

 

 

summer evening

firefly

longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.

© Buson

longing for the grass
blades wave under prairie wind
rustle in ditches

at bottom of pool
crawdads and minnows asleep
moon passes over

elusive fireflies
hide in long grasses near pond
flicker on and off

© lynn

 


Image and troiku challenge celebrating Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 7th anniversary!

hunter moon

 

october hunter

moon is hunting, haunting my

feigned sleep — bright night light!

listen as darkness falls

 

Listen to silent barn; cattle chores
finished when farmer turns out light
as darkness falls.

Listen to busy crickets, fiddle
incessantly from damp ditch grass
as darkness falls.

Listen to tall corn grow, stretching
and squeaking to whorled height
as darkness falls.

Listen to lightning bug wings
chirr while rising to spark new mate
as darkness falls.

Listen to killdeer warn their
nestlings to huddle in feather bed
as darkness falls.

Listen to far stars, singing ancient
alien lullaby with grandmother moon
as darkness falls.

 

 


A pastoral poem in six tercets, patterned after Jane Kenyon’s “Let Evening Come” and linked to Kim’s mini challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

youth’s days numbered

 

Inside a rustic cabin deep in Yukon territory, an old miner seasoned a simmering pot of venison stew.

Stroking his grizzled chin, he thought about the majestic elk herd he’d encountered migrating through a mountain meadow late that afternoon: one dominant young bull calling a large group of cows and calves to follow. After the herd disappeared over a ridge, a straggler came stumbling out of the trees: an old bull, wild-eyed and abandoned. Somehow he’d felt a kindred spirit to the animal…

Later, eerie howls of wolves on their twilight hunt woke him. He stirred the fire’s embers before going outside in the dark to check on his pack mule. Under waning moon, he was fumbling with the cabin latch on his return when far away an interrupted cry of the lone elk was heard as the hungry pack took him down.

 


An exercise in “prosery” for dVerse where Bjorn challenges us to write flash fiction of 144 words (exactly!) and include the phrase (from Robert Frost) in italics above.

 

greatest show on earth

After sunrise early one morning, I watched the full moon still hovering in the pale western sky. Momentarily, it appeared as a bright shiny coin balanced on an electric line; a high wire act, ready to roll like a big white marble down a track; a cosmic toy staged by a playful Designer. I wondered if the weight of it would bend the wire low to the ground causing sparks or if it would tip off and crash to earth, creating a sizable crater. As I observed, it fell…slow motion…through the wires and was caught safely in net of bare tree branches, averting disaster. The earth turned, the water tank filled, and I went back to chores.

(VI.)

starlight’s beauty fades

overwhelmed by sun’s glory

full moon in retreat

 


Linking to Carpe Diem‘s retreat…this haiku is #6 in my joy of light series.

moonflower’s orbit

A tan renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…original haiku by Basho followed by 2-line renga response by me 🙂


 

slowly spring
is making an appearance
moon and plum
       fresh scent of opening buds
       wafts sweetly on white moonbeams

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image from Pinterest

crane and feathers
in a black robe
clouds of flowers
       hungry crane dips into pond
       scattered petals float away

a traveler’s heart
it also should look like
chinquapin flowers
        chinese chestnut tree in bloom
       curious tendrils reach out

moon past full
the beginning of a little more
darkness
       gibbous seasons slowly change
       beauty ripens over time

moon and flowers
the stupidity pricked by a needle
entering the colder season
       stark white stars piercing black night
       sharpness in the evening chill

first frost
when mums start to feel chilly
I get a cotton waist warmer
       it’s time for scarves and sweaters
      spring buds’ whispered memory

Haiku © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Renga © lynn__

time to shine

Decastitch poem of 10 lines, 10 syllables each; see Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer.

angels illuminate this holy night
wreath of candles on table flickers bright
white lights twinkle from pine branches in snow
winter moon on velvet night sheds soft glow
joyful gleam in children’s eyes wait to see
shimmering garlands encircle the tree
carolers who sing under lamp post’s glare
gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share
each window mirrors shining stars’ array
celebrate light of the world born today

 

Decided to expand it for smoother reading out loud…at our Christmas Eve service!

As angels illuminated this holy night,
we light wreath of candles flickering bright.

White lights twinkle from pine branches in snow,
winter moon on velvet night sheds softer glow.

Joyful gleam in child’s eyes waiting to see
shimmering tinsel garlands encircle the tree.

Carolers, who sing under lamp post’s glare,
will gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share.

Each window reflects a star pointing the way
as we celebrate the Light of the World today!

 

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