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Blue Moon – A Haibun

Blue Moon

In late September we are still in daylight savings time but since the equinox, the earlier darkness has switched up the night sky.  Now the moon is brightly lit shortly after sunset but is still hung so low you could almost reach up to touch it.

The sun too has moved its place of descent and paints the evening elsewhere on the canvas in its in brilliant pink and golden hues. 

Nature is slowly nudging us towards the seasonal changes and many go willingly forwards, accepting and thankful.  Whereas I mourn long summer days where I could could live forever.

Staring at the moon
Heart-heavy and moody-blue
Another ending


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 


Image by Robert Karkowski from Pixabay 

Frank Tassone is hosting Monday Haibun at D’Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with the Moon. October will bring ups both the Harvest Moon and Blue Moon.

Look Up There – A Quadrille

astronomy beautiful clouds constellation
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Look Up There

Orion straddles the sky
His belt twinkling
Lighting the way
Stars sprinkling
 
A cheesy moon
at the halfway mark
The shadow of his smile
visible in the dark
 
Match made in heaven
A lover’s tryst
Moon and stars shine
As the earth is kissed
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


De Jackson, aka Whimsy Gizmo, is hosting
Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets.  Tonight
he has prompted us with "Sky"

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words
excluding the title.

This is a reworked poem of mine from several
years ago that fitted this category.

 
Image Courtesy of Pexels
 
 

Heart Medicine

Heart Medicine

The stillness of night
Soothing and gentle
Erasing the sharpness
of scathing words
Still ringing
in burning ears
Moonlight caressing
a bruised heart
While a gentle 
salty tide bathes
open wounds 
washing away
hurt feelings
A fool’s fool
Gullible and naive 
Believing, hoping
for a different outcome
that never comes
Once more
walking off the pain 
of disappointment
in search of serenity


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Sue Vincent’s weekly Write/Photo - Serenity
Stream of Consciousness Saturday - Sharp 
RDP - Serenity

One Night

One Night

Laying under the stars
Until the sun
broke the dawn
Tears gently brushed
away by soft lips
Promises made
without pause
Lovemaking with
kisses to remember
Character
never in question
A night to remember
Dreams to preserve
Memories to recall
And then,
you were gone
Forever



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing

Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write Photo

Word Prompts

Brush - Stream of Conciousness
Pause - RDP
Character - FOWC

Sturgeon Moon – A Tanka

Sturgeon Moon

Full moon rising high
Reflecting light on water
Stirring dormant souls
Silhouettes of jumping fish
Visible in glow of dusk



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Written for Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haiki Challenge
#150.  This week we will see what’s known as the
Sturgeon Moon. Other names for this Full Moon
include ”Full Green Corn Moon,” signaling that
the corn was nearly ready for harvest,
”Wheat Cut Moon,” “Moon When All Things Ripen,”
and ”Blueberry Moon.”

Out of Gas – Flash Fiction/Prosery

Out of Gas

It was already dark as he closed the car door, thankful for the red moon to light his way down the road.  How stupid to run out of gas, tonight of all nights.  Angry with himself for not checking.

This was unfamiliar territory but he knew the road followed the river for miles.  Coming to a crossroads he stopped momentarily. He felt a chill in the air and heard a moan like an autumn wind high in the
lonesome treetops.  The strange noise made him shiver. He was cold, having forgotten to bring a jacket, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing to attention. He moved on.

Feeling a presence, he halted turning quickly, but no one was there.  Looking around cautiously he resumed his walk. It was then he felt the blow to his head and everything went black.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Lillian is hosting D’Verse Poets Pub tonigh
and the challenge is Prosery (not poetry)
A short story of exactly 144 words excluding
the title and we are to use one of the
following lines from Carl Sandburg’s
poem Jazz Fantasia

"Moan like an autumn wind high in the
lonesome treetops" OR choose 2) "a red
moon rides on the humps of the low
river hills"

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Image by Robbowolf from Pixabay 

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