My haiku “Shapeshifting Moonlight” is posted today as part of Pure Haiku’s Portal Series. You can read it here, along with all the other wonderful portals in verse. Thanks as always to Freya Pickard for including my words on Pure Haiku.
Joyce Fienberg, 75
Richard Gottfried, 65
Rose Mallinger, 97
Jerry Rabinowitz, 66
Brothers Cecil and David Rosenthal, 59 and 54
Bernice and Sylvan Simon, 84 and 86
Daniel Stein, 71
Melvin Wax, 88
Irving Younger, 69
Remembering those who lost their lives in the Tree of Life Synagogue on Saturday. May they rest always in a portal of light.
The moon sailing free–
hare pauses in the forest,
listening for light
Vita Brevis is once again sponsoring a haiku meet-and-greet. You can post your own haiku here, and then read all the other ones that have been submitted too.
than light—senses unmoiled
by healing waves we cannot see–
veils expanding around the moon,
thrown up and out,
A mirror cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using synonyms for fall and try. I love the sound of the word moil, usually used in conjunction with toil to indicate working hard, but with a sense of drudgery. But it comes from Middle English “to make” and can also mean confusion, turmoil (“perhaps tur(n) + moil”, according to dictionary.com) or to whirl endlessly.
A good word to consider when reading the news…
Go you darkened, alive,
in silence growing—
go you as wildness
mingling with earth and trees,
holding the sky open
to the wind, seedlings flying,
rooted in air.
Dance you as water falling,
as a jewel crowning–
dance you as the shadow
released to the circle of light,
undressing the stars down
to the bones, falling like moonlight
covered in crystalline wings.
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.
I’ve been reading Pablo Neruda…
like the Fool’s card—zero played
I’ve been neglecting the Secret Keeper’s prompts the past few weeks for lack of time, not interest. They are always like a puzzle for me, coming together in unexpected ways when I start to write. The appearance of the Fool, after a few drafts of ideas, was definitely a surprise. But serendipity is always part of the work I do. The end is never where I thought I was going.
I took the photos of Japanese ceramics with the beautiful window light reflected on the glass display cases at the Metropolitan Museum last spring. I was reminded of them by Marcy Erb’s post a few weeks back of a photo with reflected light on a Buddha, and I think they fit with this poem.
And I’ve resurrected a few Fools from past posts. The Fool (Zero in the Tarot) represents for me a capacity to be surprised and delighted, to leave an empty space to be filled by life. Wonder is everywhere; we just need make some room for it occasionally.
not shadows. Angels
of holy return–lucent
keepers of to be.
into matter. Breathe
growing large. Embrace each cell,
My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. I have been working on a series of shadow-themed shadorma poems (a form I really like and use a lot), and many of them would have served Sue’s photo well. They are still all in process, but these two may be closer to complete than most.
And in another bit of WordPress crosscurrenting, read Jennifer Knoblock’s wonderful poem “contemplation 9: you stumble”, posted yesterday.
I photographed my stitched paper/collage taped on the window, so the light would shine through the holes I made in the spiral. Below, how it looks without the sun behind it.
“Both light and shadow are the dance of love.”