DVerse Prosery #7

This is the first time I am posting for DVerse Prosery. We are to write a piece of flash-fiction that includes a line from a poem. This week’s poem is “Cow” by Jim Harrison, and the line is “A cow is screaming across the arroyo.” Please tell me what you think, since this might get very strange. Have fun!


 

“the centre cannot hold;…
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”

— W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming”

The earth and heavens have flipped: A fish is floating in the sky. A deluge drives down from the dark clouds, evaporating before it hits the cracked aridity of desert ground. A dehydrated cow fears being dried into jerky, and searching fearfully and futilely, is screaming across the arroyo, while it jumps over the crater-covered moon.

The sun and moon are in a desert dance, as earth and sky are battling. They must find a way to meet in the middle, yet it is impossible. Soon all fish will be floating, clouds will vanish, and all arroyos will be silent and dry.

Hunter’s Moon

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Photo by David Besh on Pexels.com

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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Image from picsart.com

 

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.

Blue Flower Moon

Celebratory
Congratulatory blooms —
On a May evening


May’s full moon is traditionally known as the flower moon, due to all of the new flowers this month, and a blue moon is the second full moon in one month. This week, Saturday’s moon was a “blue flower moon.” See more at Frank J. Tassone’s page. My brother graduated from college on Saturday night, and I graduated on Friday evening, so this poem is influenced by that.