Watery-white, the moon casts its glow onto the city, the sycamore
maple silhouetted, in the distance, against the obsidian sky. Have you
ever wondered how the moon could be bringing heightened emotions
to surface? Like the sudden blooming of colour that sears through
one’s cheeks, the tide with its waves rolling in and out, its rhythm
as steady as our own— have you noticed how similar the magnetic
effect?
I am lonesome, the light from my iPhone much like absent rain not
beating down; slender fingers scrolling through and replying to
misunderstood syllables. Honestly speaking, I find that the moon
senses a tinge of sweetness behind my eyes and in turn lends to fiery
spirit. I am hardly one to pout while seated upon plush furniture; it’s
too much work in my opinion. I’d rather smile my way through the
floodwaters of relating myself to the world.
Sanguine moon observes,
the rush of blood during a full phase—
heron calls.
Photo credits: Green Bedroom by Richard Tuschman
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Posted for Haibun Monday: To the Moon @ dVerse Poets Pub
This is so beautifully poignant with evocative shades of sorrow and isolation. But, at the end, there is the theme of moving forward and persevering. Wonderful piece that is so strongly expressed and composed. It is very well-written work.
Thank you so much, Lucy 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This could be such a timeless scene of night-writing if it wasn’t for the iPhone… you paint the city so different from what I imagine when often the electric lights would swallow the moon.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautiful and evocative! Brava!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the way you describe the moon in the opening paragraph, Sanaa, the paradox of the moon’s glow being watery-white, the rhythm of tide and waves, and the silhouette of the sycamore maple. I also like the contrast of tone between the first and second paragraphs, and the way they are linked together by the haiku.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The moon is indeed a magnet for emotions. 🙂
Definitely! 😀 Thanks for stopping by, Ken 💄❤️
Lots of vivid imagery to choose from and pleasant reflections under the light of the moon, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Very sweet, tinged with sadness. In your haiku ,the “rush ,of blood” (which I suspect is Cheeks) implies and leaves room for violence, chaos and pandemic panic.
Thank you so much, Glenn 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautiful wistful opening Sanaa and then the reality of the second paragraph bringing us down to earth and what is going on. I really enjoyed this and your use of language is a joy to read ☺️💕
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Christine 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wonderful work indeed Sanaa, and NOTHING could have nailed it together more solidly than your closing line/image.
Wowza.
Thank you so much, Ron 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I knew this would be particularly lovely, and you did not disappoint, Sanaa! <3
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Lovely… just lovely
Thank you so much, Patricia 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I admire your first paragraph especially!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Your haibun seemed so believable as I read it until I remembered how how much I stretched the truth in my own poetry! There is nothing quite like poetry to relate yourself to the world. This was a great read Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is so intimate and engaging, very honest and real. You put me into yourimagery. So well written Sanaa. And Hopper, oh yes! 😉
Thank you so much, Rob 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Tuschman actually …
‘ I’d rather smile my way through the
floodwaters of relating myself to the world.’
What a fine motto this is!
A captivating piece of writing: I guess our bodies have their own internal tides.
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
We have inner tides that follow the moon just as the ocean does I believe. Filled with poignant emotion.
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” I find that the moon
senses a tinge of sweetness behind my eyes”
Luv this Sanaa. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💓love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love …
This is beautiful, Sanaa …. I am off to find the plush chair you speak of.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
The moon’s glow, and the iPhone’s; the tides and the heron; the heightened emotions like waves of emotion: these all form such a meditative chain of beauty. I love that the haiku closes with the heron, like a point of calm.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
So lovely–with a bit of melancholy.
We are tied to the moon, and as a woman, that rush of blood made me think of something else.
I smiled at the heron because I’ve been seeing one often at the park near my house.
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️