02 Wednesday Dec 2015
Posted in Afriku, Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Carpe Diem
Mixing up the action so the reader does not know if nature is doing the action or if a human is doing it.
Shadows
full moon
dispelling the shadows cast
by the old lantern
12 Wednesday Aug 2015
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Poetry, Romance
Done for Carpe Diem. A Choka. Japanese Long Poem
Nude Dance
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spellbinding moment
the splinter of the full moon
in a silent stream
crave for a velvet night dip
hugging nudity
echoes of birdsong render
shivers and circles
as one we dance on ripples
sated souls, till smile of dawn
(envoy or hanka)
the night’s sweet madness
gives way to morning’s splinter
we are not witches
but lovers with hangover
from dancing nude for the moon
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 12/08/1510 Monday Aug 2015
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Done for Haiku Horizons.
Grab
full moon
grabbing my last chance
to bask in its glitter
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 10/08/15
21 Monday Apr 2014
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Done for Mindmiserymenagerie, BastetsShardorma photo prompt.
A full moon is often interpreted in the romantic sense, other times with something involving magic, sometimes with evil or maybe just the wrong time to cut one’s hair or plant certain plants. Keeping in mind all the variations associated with the full moon here is my offering:
Moon
you and I
on a moonlit night
the leaves sigh
your witchcraft
playing havoc with my will
impotent, I yield
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu (21/04/14) I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom11 Thursday Jul 2013
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This week’s Ligo Haibun prompts are two photos, of a moon and well, some figurines I am sure :-). Another honourable mention, the third for last week’s Haibun that I wrote. I’m very grateful to all the three judges for deeming my work of some worth. Again, thanks to all my lovely friends out there who continue to support me in my journey of better writing.
Moon
I have always had a love affair with the moon. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no werewolf. Perhaps I had better re-phrase that. I love the full moon on a velvety dark night. The blueness of its light around the peripherals of darkness reminds me somewhat of the aureole around the smooth darkness of a pointed breast. And later when I first met my wife right under the moon’s radiance, those breasts, jutting out of the sheer flimsy garment she wore, assaulted my masculinity. She was my moon.
The first time we made love was under the knowing wink of the moon. We basked in its incandescence.
Now, Diane smiled sweetly at me, her luminous eyes huge in her ebony face. I gazed at the moon peeking through the solemn darkness as it started to blossom into fullness. There were no stars up there but that was fine with me. I had one in my arms, cooing softly.
ebony night moon winks at my baby I count my blessings“
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