I hold out
my hands and wait for
the moon to
fill them—I
close my eyes to balance on
the edge of the light
I render
myself, quiet the
quivering,
awaken
the colors beyond darkness–
depths turned inside out
Shadorma for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday words, give and shake. Photos are of last night’s full moon as seen from the sidewalk in front of where I live.
Also linking to OLN at dVerse, hosted by Grace.
K. 
You’ve created gorgeous images in this poem, Kerfe. I love the idea of balancing on the edge of moonlight – and then, in the second stanza, the depths of darkness turn inside out with colour!
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Thanks Kim. The moon was inspiring last night.
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I like the thought of there being colors beyond darkness and letting the moon fill one’s hands.
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Tanks Frank. If we reach up we can hold the moon.
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I like the idea of balancing on the edge of the light, Kerfe.
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Me too. Thanks Robbie.
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Wow! What an amazing photo! 👍 I think the moon has a way of quieting us. ❤️
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It does. I especially like to see it through trees.
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Those images, holding light in your hand, being on the edge of light or darkness, are ones I find very comforting and easy to see. Lovely poem.
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Thanks Jane. The moon was wonderful last night.
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I’d like to be able to see ours. Fat chance.
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That was the one clear night in ages. It’s raining again for the past 2 days.
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It cleared here enough last night to catch sight of the moon behind the clouds. I never take my phone out with me though.
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“The moon filling your arms” that was an amazing opener, beautiful Shadorma
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Thanks Jude.
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Sometimes that light, filling yet never slipping through, is all that keeps me alive.
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It’s a beacon in times of darkness.
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Love the moon inspired poem specially:
the colors beyond darkness–
depths turned inside out
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Thanks Grace. The clear night sky was a gift, given all the rain lately.
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A beautiful, meditative poem Kerfe and the moonlight feels so soothing, awakening the colours beyond darkness 💜
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Thanks…the moon is always soothing.
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I love how moonlight may fall through the branches…
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Thanks Bjorn. They provide a perfect frame.
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The moon does seems to bring out the poet in many of us. It’s inspiration shimmering in the night.
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It does, thanks.
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Love that first line that sets up the moon magic here.
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Thanks Colleen.
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“Gossamer” touches nicely on the gentle aspect of moonlight, as well as the lacing of tree branches through that light.
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Thanks Ken. The trees always frame the moon well, and I was happy with my photos for a change.
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