step through, not around–
inside the moon, inside dark–
be a traveler
step through, not around–
body recedes, senses flow—
become the beyond
inside the moon, inside dark,
merge with currents, remnants hewn
before conscious thought
be a traveler–
look within through lunar eyes–
transorbital guide
Sarah at dVerse provides the irresistible prompt of moon-names for October’s full moon.
I’m still obsessed with the troiku form, and I revisited my moon postcards from POPO 2021 for further inspiration.
I drift inside dream rivers open and wild with singing, flowing through unexplored dimensions into rough horizonless seas. How will I cross?
My vessel waits, slowly filling with circular light.
in between what and
if sail the indigo night
gardens of the moon
A haibun with the theme “flower moon” for Frank at dverse.
What does the moon say
as she fills and empties her
self in the night sky?
Each journey is strewn with stars
shining vast beyond measure–
to be full is to
become empty, to begin
over, opening,
bestowing gifts–passages
gathered, awakening, new.
Still feeling the moon.
I’ve been working on this collage all week, and I asked the Oracle about it.
moon dances
open nevertime
ask air to let nightflower ghosts
bleed spirits like wild dark
star angels
the rhythm of eternity
wakes the secrets of fools–
voices that devour the hauntings
lingering in the icy oceans
of desire
Also linking again to Earthweal’s moondance.
Jupiter swimming
in the wake of August moon–
clouds whisper sky sea
memories of ocean blue tides
rising almost full at dusk
Jupiter is really bright in the night sky these days. A few days ago it moved right above the moon across the sky. The night before that the moon rose luminous in the blue dusk.
Last night it was a beautiful gold, but my close up turned it white.
For Frank Tassone #haikai challenge, Sturgeon moon, and Peter Frankis at dVerse, looking out the window.
darkness plays with clouds
illuminated edges
hint at full moon
Who needs Macy’s? For weeks, the neighborhood has been in full fireworks mode, with displays launching from both sidewalks and the rooftops of at least 5 surrounding buildings. Last night they were still going off at 5am. Strangely, I’ve learned to sleep (mostly) through them.
So the moon had to compete with both on and off cloudcover and the rocket’s red glare…
I wonder if it will be quiet tonight…(not really…this will go on for a few more weeks I’m sure…it hasn’t been this noisy in June and July since the 70s)
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge, buck moon.
what remains
hidden under flowered fields
waiting for the moon
For Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge.
The moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds last night.
we are try
-ing to breathe, desperate
for clean air
uninfect
-ed by greed, ego, exploit
-ation, pollution
the moon does
not belong to you–
she belongs
to the night
sky, the cycle of light re
-turning from the dark
she dances
vast elemental
orbits to
time centered
beyond your indifference, your
vainglory, your lies
For the NaPoWriMo day 7 prompt, a poem based on a news article. You can find the news story I used here. I took the photo, above, out my window at dusk last night.
The art is inspired once again by Matisse. And Los Lobos, with a great video rendition of Kiko.
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.
shivering into
the marrow of the moon as
it rises singing
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #116, cold moon.
I borrowed the painting by Marianne von Werfkin that Jane used to illustrate her moon gogyohka as inspiration for my collage.
K. 