On Monday night, there was a full moon. Made more glowing was the fact that we were in darkness as we had no power. Our house was bathed in an utter glitter. My third boy said ‘mummy the moon is beautiful.’ He loves animals and now am I surprised he appreciates nature? 🙂 I could only nod, stunned at the spectacle.
The next day, I woke up at 4.30 am to get us all ready for school and work. And then I saw the reflection in my window. When I looked out and up, I saw them; two lone stars, one bigger, and yes twinkling, in place of the full moon. I’ve remained speechless until now. 🙂
remnants of the full moon’s
And this for Carpe Diem prompt, Shasei (saying it as it is)
at break of dawn
in place of the full moon
two twinkling stars
Done for Carpe Diem. We are to use Michael Dylan Welch’s haiku below to write a haibun of 75 words including a haiku.
together we count
the falling stars
© Michael Dylan Welch
Haibun – Stars
Something about the night had me mesmerised. Perhaps it was the breeze, perfumed with scents of jasmine drifting from his garden next door. Or the stars sparkling in the velvet sky; one moment a few exploded in fireworks, blazing. One moment they fizzled into oblivion. I willed him to come out and be part of this magic.
Minutes later he was behind me on the lawn.
we find each other
in the magic
all I think about
is your cologne
whisperings at night
tossing and turning in bed
the moon winks at me
peep through my window
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu (22/08/14)
I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom.
Challenge Wednesday by Jeremy of The Boi Poet is back after a short break.This week’s lines of poetry are below and we are to link back to Jeremy:
- the wise stars bedding over me – Young by Anne Sexton
- Haunt me with deities I never saw – There May Be chaos Still Around The World by George Santayana
- One day won’t we all have to be brave? – Greenwich by Kirsten Dierking
these stars flicker their luminescence
purging souls of their wantonness
we bleed from the scorching touch
cleansing ritual of old
these mad deities
haunting our dreams
in their splendor
garnishing the moon
but shadows gather sheaves
our work is up for tally
and soon, won’t we have to be brave
when night portents the dimming of starsCopyright © Celestine Nudanu (24/2/14) I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom