July 4 Moon

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darkness plays with clouds
illuminated edges
hint at full moon

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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.

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So the moon had to compete with both on and off cloudcover and the rocket’s red glare…

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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.

Lavendar Moon

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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

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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.

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The art is inspired once again by Matisse.  And Los Lobos, with a great video rendition of Kiko.

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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.

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Also linking to OLN at dVerse, hosted by Grace.

 

Hunters Moon

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I stand at my back window near midnight. The night is cloudy, but still I’m hoping to catch a glimpse of the full October Hunter’s Moon.

I will not be using its light to search for my winter’s food store. So what am I seeking?  What will nourish me in the coming months of short days and long nights?

tell me what I see–
moon appears complete, sudden,
clouds glowing colors

wings against golden black
catch omens, rise, then fly

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Every two weeks The Ekphrastic Review has a writing challenge.  I usually enter, and always plan to do a collage for the selected work and publish my poem, even if it isn’t chosen.  Of course I don’t actually often have the time.  But Jane Dougherty’s repetition of Dale Patterson’s artwork, with 3 of her poems, spurred me to do my collage and revise my poem, which I wasn’t satisfied with.  It fit right into Frank Tassone’s “Hunter’s Moon” prompt.  Were you lucky enough to see it?

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You can see Jane’s poems here.  And those selected by guest editor Jordan Trethewey, at The Ekphrastic Review, here.

August Moon

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night wears luminous
scales—I feel its pulses through
invisible nets

time resolves into kinship–
everything opened, laid bare

what has been follows
like a shadow, until it
too is discarded

stitched into shining patterns
ancient and always brand new

A double tanka in honor of August’s Sturgeon Moon for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday words, light and dark, and Frank Tassone’s #HaikiChallenge.  Also called the Red Moon, perhaps the sky will clear enough tonight so I can see it.

As many have noted, the sturgeon is an ancient and endangered species.  I was please to find we have our own Hudson River sturgeons, still hanging on.  Fishing for them was banned in 1996.

 

Full Moon

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The sky is a mist of blue ghosts rising from the sea. The sky is a blanket of sparkling light that appears suddenly as if conjured by the fading horizon.  The sky is a layered curtain of shadow clouds that both disguise and reveal.

I sit without time, listening, watching. My body retreats from itself, my thoughts lose their words.  I am lost, dispersed, nameless.

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I become like the wind, seeking its reflection. I become like waves repeating their primal dance.  I become like sand searching for the spaces between.

I float, a grain inside my eye.

I dreamt I was the moon, a sudden seizure of oceans traveling the spirals of shells. I dreamt I was a relic from the sea, worn away into a celebration of return.  I became my ancestors, unburied and uncontained, released into the sanctuary of the cosmic coil.

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Sarah at dVerse has given us the prosery prompt “I dreamt I was the moon”, from Alice Oswald’s “Full Moon”.  I was lucky to be in North Carolina at the beach last week, where the moon was spectacular.  144 words and a few of my photos can’t even begin to capture the magic.