Showing posts with label crescent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crescent. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

chiaroscuro in chalk


The thinnest limn of luna
fights her way through forests
of shadowed beings

Dimly disappearing cusp,
the darkness drinks its last sips
of amber

Spheres spinning so fast none saw
the movement, as vertigo, camouflage
in dancing shadows, the coins spin

The same two choices,
flashing rims and eye lids
make vertigo

Below bodies levitate between
the same two choices
quintessence finds the balance

between particle and wave,
reflecting accord on a fulcrum
or where to draw the line

between light and dark spaces.








Artwork by John Bauer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.



Thursday, October 26, 2017

The green lantern


The face returns, a profile on the moon.
The serious brow exudes envy in its October glow.
The heat lifts its chain mail exterior,
unarmed now
the fight subdues, breathing resumes
as the humidity rises,
solemn fog rolls over the westerly
treeline
mingling out of character,
and brewing up a new ambiance
with wax dripping from overhead,
thunder gathering below,
running on low 
light, it becomes apparent;

Degrees are mirroring phases.




Image credit By Stephen Rahn from Macon, GA, USA (Waxing Crescent Moon on 4-1-17) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Lunar Landing


Thē clouds cleared
a hole to see
a place behind beckoning thee

She stares up there
at thē crescent moon
hung on beams
like a porch swing
an empty place
to sit and reflect

on thē
storms that pass over
We see
anew
day
a new way

Thē night will not last
forever
it is already a part of the past

thē lunar light illuminates
All of her shrouded secrets
never
before it dawns
on us
all the while
we slept
we wept
the moon was reflecting

over thee.


Image By NASA of Crescent Earth from our moon in the foreground (http://spaceflight.nasa.gov/gallery/) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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