A new month, new energy, and plenty of new creations under my belt…
Come on, 2015, there’s still a little time left. Let’s finish it with a bang!
(And some poetry, of course…)
Outside, the snow is falling
silence stretches in the weight behind
the distance flakes have traveled
what they have seen
what they have known
lonely mementos of their fading.
Can you hear me now?
A spirit on your shoulder would ask the question how
but I think between us we shall know
it’s long since lost the trancing glow—
every calculated bleating
is a pointed technologic drifting
from the act an individual nation
dared to call communication.
Lacquer me a home.
Bind me the straps of soul
in cardboard disarray;
slip the demon under feathered lies,
mask the beast of flesh
men dare to call a world.
Hide the soil of me.
Hide from the weathered light
Solace is the space between.
Silent morning springs
the rain’s gentle kiss nothing
to the loss of you.
Smile for memory—
Two ships pass bygone harbors
The sea stretches on.
By Iquanyin Moon, for One Shoot Sunday.
I cannot see you anymore.
It ends in solitude,
The salient serration of your survival
Severed all trace of tactile touch—
I reached for you and you recoiled till
Whispers on the lovers’ trail
Turned it all to desert and to dust—
You went alone into the waste.
You are naked to me,
Wind-blown wraith wreathed in
Dust—blow, ye wind blow, for you
Are nothing, breaths and breathing
Touch upon the earth and fade away—
Just footsteps sifting in the sand
Time covers all.
*This poem is a response to the latest of One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt challenges. This week’s featured picture was provided by i-Phoneographer Iquanyin Moon, who I interviewed for this week’s One Shoot Sunday. Check out her wonderful work, her insights, and some great poetry…
Photography: courtesy of Creative Commons and Leslie Moon
Clouds veil summer light
The sound of rain distant rise
Shadowed flames leaking.
*For One Stop Poetry’s first ever One Stop Poetry Form…today’s subject: Haiku.