Hunter’s Moon

illustration of moon showing during sunset
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Waiting for nighttime

To reveal a companion

On this search for love

For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai prompt this week. Click here for more info. It turns out that this month’s full moon was last night, and I didn’t realize it, though I did look at the moon. I wrote the above haiku yesterday. Then, this morning, upon reading that the “Hunter’s Moon” was actually yesterday, I wrote this:

I saw you last night

My desired companion,

Sans recognition

Surreal

I walk on cloud, stumbling into pools of moonlight
And lakes of midnight, stars’ eyes
Creating an Argus in the sky —
Watch me in wonder as I wander

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To the banks of our galactic river —
“A land flowing with milk and honey.”


I decided to post this and share it with Real Toads’s “Try Everything” prompt, since I rarely write something this “creatively” formatted. This is basically a stream-of-consciousness poem, written a few days ago, and I’m not quite sure where it came from. What does it mean to you?

Am I Dreaming?

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The moon melted,

Like candle wax,

Releasing wisps of smoke.

 

The moon stretched

Like white, striated putty,

Becoming reaching fingers —

 

The moon extended

Her wizened shining tresses,

A ladder out of Earth.


I went surreal for this response to photo challenge #280. Thanks to MLMM for this fun prompt! 

Repost: Ghazal

This is a re-post of a ghazal that I wrote a couple of years ago. I am sharing with DVerse for this month’s poetry form.


“Call Me Hagar”

I decided to write another ghazal today. I normally wouldn’t post twice in one day but was very happy with how this turned out! It was inspired by Agha Shahid Ali’s poem “Tonight”. I am not feeling this way currently but am very familiar with the struggles described in the following poem.


I feel alone, connection’s far tonight,

I see no smiling star tonight.

 

Even the moon has forgotten its light.

Shrouded, it makes the sky dark as tar tonight.

 

My mind sees a battlefield near:

What emotions will I need to spar tonight?

 

Depression, restlessness, fear, anxiety?

What demons come to wound and scar tonight?

 

Yet hope alone, even now, can fight

The darkness; complete despair I’ll bar tonight.

 

And in the midst of these anxieties God sees:

I sob in God’s arms. Call me Hagar tonight.