I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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15 March 2016

By Singing Light

‘In my craft or sullen art / Exercised in the still night / When only the moon rages…’ – Dylan Thomas

White full face floating in my window, you spread a sheet of light across the wide dark sky. You spread another over me in my child-size bed by the wall under the sill. You hold me wakeful, glad to be so, watching you watching me. You smile, serene. Your gaze on me twinkles: knowing. You know me. As I grow, you shine through many windows – my desk in deepest night, after everyone else is in bed and I am writing, writing; my kitchen when I rise, unable to sleep, and look out over the still street and somnolent houses, and above them to you and the stars.

You are my distant love, my pale beauty: luminous, mysterious. You are my close friend, right by my side, firm touch on my shoulder, whispering wonderful words in my listening ear. There are times in autumn when your face is enormous, golden. You roll along the horizon, keeping pace with our passing car – always riding with me, always looking with true aim across the space between and finding me, filling my sight. My lifelong love, others may see you too and even adore you, but the secret look you send to my eyes tells me our converse is personal, ours alone. You sing for me, very softly, very clear. Now and forever, I thrill to your secret song.

spreading dawn
more and more birds chirping
slow moon fade















Written for Haibun Monday #9 at dVerse, with a suggested focus on the moon. Also inspired by Brendan at 'imaginary garden with real toads' asking us to write of our Muse as paramour.


Image: Creative commons – full moon March 

(no other attribution given).


20 comments:

  1. A forever love... I love the way it sings softly to you.

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  2. Rosemary.. this absolutely gorgeous... one of your truly best I think. The personal touch we feel with the moon, the way it us a companion through life. There were scenes that could have been myself, and others not... Here in Sweden Moon is so much related to winter... as the summer daylight fades it's shine... If there is anything I love it is the moon in weather warm enough to see it...

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  3. This haibun seems to perfectly integrate its prose and poetry lines. It is beautifully written from the imagination, traversing your ages, from child till now...but effortlessly. It feels like the moon itself has entered into the writing.

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  4. Indeed so true that we each have our own relationship with the moon! Ever loyal and faithful, dependable and personal. Beautiful lines in this haibun, Rosemary. I can feel the connection you have VERY strongly.

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  5. I love how deeply personal your moon is here, Rosemary. I feel as though I am a peeping Tom, getting a glimpse of the two of you. ;)

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  6. I admire the moon's personal connection with you:

    You are my distant love, my pale beauty: luminous, mysterious. You are my close friend, right by my side, firm touch on my shoulder, whispering wonderful words in my listening ear.

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  7. Loved the haiku! Know the scenario well.

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  8. what a beautiful take on the prompt - Loved this!

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  9. Brava! This is splendid, Rosemary.

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  10. Absolutely!! My heart thrills to moon-song, too! I love what you brought, Rosemary!

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  11. I love your title, Rosemary. And the way your haibun addresses the Silver Lady makes me want to dance... and sing... and listen... ♥

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    1. The title is from the same poem by Thomas ... as perhaps you know. :)

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  12. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts after reading this - I was well and truly blown away by it. This love song to the moon, the thoughts on the reciprocal give and take between poet and muse - remarkable. I wish I had written something this wonderful, but my gratitude at being able to read such beautiful words overwhelms all other feelings.

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    1. I am very grateful for all the lovely comments received for this – and yours is particularly sweet, thank you.

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  13. I started to write a similar poem, Rosemary, of how the moon has followed me through my life...especially as a child watching it from the car at night. But you did a much better job of it as it wasn't flowing for me for some reason. I love the connection that you wrote about between you and your moon. So beautiful.

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    1. Nice to know of our shared experience – and I loved what you did write.

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  14. the secret look ... and the companionship here is wonderful.

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  15. I thrill to your secret song... I love that... and I thrill to your way of expressing it. So nice.

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