Too Late #tanrenga #poetry

This month at Chevrefeuille’s Haiku Kai we are challenged by the Tan Renga that short chained poem written by two poets. Here is the haiku by Buson for your inspiration to create the second stanza of this Tan Renga.

Haiga by Buson

the willow leaves fallen,

the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

tears blot candle lit message

death comes too quick for my love



Repentant Magdalene - De La Tour 1640 oil

Art by Yosa Buson and Georges de la Tour


Bethlehem #poetry #Christmas


 Outside of Bethlehem

rocks, sheep and cold

better than noisy masses

for the city was over full

outside of Bethlehem

we dozed as the sheep slept

never imagining

the concert that we’d get

outside of Bethlehem

unusual night for us

the skies were a blazing

with the Heavenly chorus

outside of Bethlehem

a message we received

we cowed and fearful

in angels we believed

inside of Bethlehem

we beheld and we saw

the babe, the son of Mary

we bowed in silent awe

inside of Bethlehem

inspired with a reason

a message for the masses

“wake up to a new season”

outside of Bethlehem

a tear creased our eyes

disbelief and hatred

this king they would despise


Please if you have time to visit Pen of the Damned read:  “Other Side of Bethlehem.” This is a sad and chilling contrast of that precious night and a look at the cold heart of man.

The top picture of the fields of Bethlehem is from the website of the Salvationist. There are many pictures and reflections about Bethlehem.

weekly-photo-challenge-horizon/ #photography #poetry

What story is beyond the horizon?

a world captive in the glass

a man trying  to grasp the sea

wheat waving its hands in the breeze

in clouds a hidden message inscribed in red

a fence that knows the names  of soldiers dead

a frog who dreams of a life outside his pond

grasp at a mysterious world beyond the dawn


This week’s WordPress Photochallenge prompt is Horizon

Please have a look at those who inspire with their art:

  1. Stepping Off the Path | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
  2. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Flickr Comments
  3. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon / A different view on Krakow | Cardinal Guzman
  4. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Stephen Chapman
  5. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Ese’ s Voice
  6. Weekly Photo Challenge – Horizon « LargeSelf
  7. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | travelicius
  8. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | So where’s the snow?
  9. Horizon (Weekly Photo Challenge) | Icezine
  10. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Steve Says….
  11. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Sappy Chick
  12. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | This, that and the other thing
  13. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Cee’s Photography
  15. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon Gallery of 75 Photographs
  16. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Joy and Woe
  17. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Wind Against Current
  18. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | A mom’s blog
  19. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Photographs by James Collett
  21. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | The Otter in my Jotter
  22. WPC: Horizon | blueberriejournal
  23. Weekly Photo Challenge – Horizon | Just Snaps
  24. Reticulated Parisian Horizons | follow your nose
  25. WordPress weekly photo challenge: Horizon | Milka Pejovic
  26. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | yarnwuseleien
  27. WPC: Horizon | Books, Music, Photography & Movies : my best friends
  28. A broad Horizon | A Happy and Beautiful World
  29. Weekly Photo Challenge – Horizon | Chittle Chattle
  30. Horizon | Jasper Smits
  31. Photoworld 25-10-13 | ~~~ nur ein “Klick” ~~~ ein Kompendium
  32. Photo Challenge: Horizon | Drops of Magic
  33. Weekly Photo Challenge – Horizon | The Urge To Wander
  34. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | castelsarrasin
  35. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Sun
  36. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Mind Overflow
  37. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – The First Stab of Love is like a Sunset!!!
  38. Weekly Photo Challenge : Horizon | Jejak BOcahiLANG
  39. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – City trapped in Minds needs Reflection for Wisdom
  40. Approaching NYC | thoughtsofrkh
  41. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Delicate Tree
  42. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Yann Graf – Digital Project Manager
  43. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Delicate Evening
  44. A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Favourite « Beach Treasures and Treasure Beaches
  45. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | veryvanessalynn
  46. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Home
  47. WPC: Horizon -Kansas Horizon and Bellowing Bull | Cosmos Wonderland
  48. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | The Mockingbird in Me
  49. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Trees and Lake
  50. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Vision
  51. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – The SUN – Up in the Sky and Beyond reach!
  52. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | A Journey Called Life …
  53. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Foreshadow of Monsoon
  54. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – One Shot, Two Ways – The City
  55. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon – Fort
  56. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  57. weekly photo challenge: horizon | A Meditative Journey with Saldage
  58. my hem of heaven | Life through a Lens
  59. Weekly photo challenge: Horizon | Life of a Fallen Angel
  60. Harbour Hues and Horizons | Empire of Lights
  61. North Muskoka River (WPC: Horizons) | photo potpourri
  62. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | What Is It?!?
  63. Weekly photo challenge: Horizon | Simon Hawketts’s Photo Blog
  64. Weekly photo challenge: Horizon | Connie’s World
  65. Weekly Photo Challenge – Horizon | Perceptive Pot Clueless Kettle
  66. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Today, on Earth
  67. Horizon | de Wets Wild
  68. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Irregular Ventilator
  69. The Hue of Me | Eikons
  70. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Ohm Sweet Ohm
  71. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Memory Catcher
  72. Weekly Challenge: Horizon 2 | Simon Hawketts’s Photo Blog
  73. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Life Confusions
  74. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Elämän katupeili
  75. On the Dramatic Horizons of Iceland | Thirdeyemom
  76. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | MKG- Memories-Keepsakes-Gifts
  77. Horizon – A WordPress Photo Challenge! | Life in the Foothills
  78. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | AMtraveltimes
  79. A Sunrise Shaping the Horizon | Vanilla Feel Good
  80. Weekly Photo Challenge : Horizon | Hamburg und Mee(h)r
  81. Behind The Horizon | True Stories
  82. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon (Dam in Rance France) | What’s (in) the picture?
  83. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Rainbow Photography – Scotland
  84. Horizon- NEW YORK HARBOR | sweetwildflower
  85. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Khana’s Web
  87. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Lucid Gypsy
  88. Weekly photo challenge: horizons | Jean’s Photography Blog
  89. Weekly photo challenge | Motherhood and Beyond
  90. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | mattvonp
  91. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | That Time In
  92. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Blatherskite
  93. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | My Thoughts like Balloons
  94. André from Holland | Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon
  95. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | The Fountain
  96. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Dim Lamp/קנה רצוץ לא ישבור
  97. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | Indira’s Blog
  98. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | MSP Arrival #1 | puncta lucis
  99. Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon | paintedwords
  100. Weekly Photo Challenge : Horizon on the Water | I see beauty all around by rob paine

Truth in Art #Picasso #art #haiku

The Seated Man by Pablo Picasso
The Seated Man by Pablo Picasso

You I have portrayed

true character in shadows

buffoon’s charade


Buffoon’s charade

my painting hung in fame

you long forgotten

Carpe Diem’s prompt is to use art as an inspiration for writing. I believe that artists and writers share a kinship and as such inspire one another. What truth do you see that Picasso is unveiling?

The Water’s Will #haiku #photography

split stone

Intent on passage

water’s surge at weakness

stone cannot endure

Haiku gives a place to explore the profound meaning behind words.

Today’s prompt at Carpe Diem is “Willpower.” 

photography: “Split Stone” L. Moon © 2013

Woman in the Mirror #shortstory

It was a wet rainy day. I really was not intending to browse in the musty antique store but at that moment I was passing  there was a fierce downpour which forced me indoors. I tried to take a deep breath but the dust clogged my nostrils;  I forced myself to breath as little as necessary.

“Welcome” the old shopkeeper smiled an aged, toothless smile. I gathered she was as old as some of the pieces. “Please tell me if I can be of assistance deary”.

I walked around the cluttered rows of dingy furniture.  “Ah light,” I gasped as I took the stairs two at a time. ” Maybe there will be something worth looking at up there and perhaps less dust.” I said in a hushed voice realizing her hearing was also ancient.   “Squeek, clop, clop” I sounded like a horse  on wooden slats.

At last I was upstairs. I turned around in a room that seemed so airy and springlike. I could almost hear birds chirping. The sun was streaming in from a skylight. “How is that possible?” I shook my head as if in a fairy tale.  I minded little the time I might spend here. I looked at item after item – each “one of a kind” in my estimation. Then I felt warmth as if a hand touched mine. I looked down and my hand was resting on a beautiful yellowing mirror. The lines from the elephant tusk were obvious as I ran my hand over the smooth  ivory. I felt the need to see if the mirror was cracked so I turned it over. As I gazed at myself, I was shocked at what I saw.

“I dont own a brocade, three-quarter sleeve gown. What am I thinking? I dont own any gowns.”  I heard a whisper from behind me. It must be an open window. Then I heard it clearly.

” Come close let me look at you.”

” Who are you, ” I asked trying to keep the trembling in my voice down.

“My name is Janille Constantine.”

” My name is Malina.”

” I  like that name Malina. I have never heard that name before. Have you seen him today?” she asked in a beautiful lyrical voice.

“Have I seen whom?”

” My lover of course. We are supposed to meet here so that my intended would not see us.” Janille giggled with mirth.

” No I am sorry what does he look like? ”

“He is very handsome. He rides the blackest of stallions and his blue eyes carry mischief  and love.”

” I’m sure if I saw him I would remember him.” I had to look again into the mirror as I was certain that I could not be carrying on this conversation with myself.

“Yes he always wears a bowler hat and carries a smart cane.”

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“Why on Jersey shore of course my dear. I am from the Constantine family; we live in a darling home on the sea-shore in the summer and we return to our plantation in the fall once the disease has left the lowlands.”

“My what an exciting life you must lead. I would love to see your home. ”

“Yes alas I believe once papa knows about Roland he will send me away to my aunt’s.” her r rolled in a perfect southern drawl.

“What about your intended?”

“Oh Joseph. He is a good boy but he is not a man who knows the world. He is protected by his mama.”

“Oh” I started to smile. I had dated someone like that and was glad the “love of my life” lived on the edge.

“Then why don’t you break it up with Joseph? ”

“Well I have discussed it with Roland he always tells me no and tells me to shush.”

Just then I heard the sound of a gun shot.

” Oh my what am I to do? What is it?”

“A man has been shot outside of the shop. You must hide – please hide.”

“Where? ”

“Under a bureau!”

“Yes I will.”  I held my breath waiting as I heard the pounding of footsteps on the stairs as suddenly as they came up they went back down.

“No one is here. That scoundrel Roland.”

” He’s dead.”  I heard a mouse like  voice.

” Murielle your husband was a cheat and a gambler. It is better this way come home with your older brother.”

I heard crying as a face came back into view. “They killed him my Roland. Who was the woman? Oh my I guess he was married. I never knew.”

“But you are safe Janille.”

“Yes I am I will return to my papa’s home in South Carolina. I will never return here again.” She tried to sound brave but her voice could not countain the soft cries.

“Goodbye Malina.” a sweet voice said and then the mirror went dark.

When I went home I googled the name of Constantine. There it was the picture of the beautiful, young woman I had spoken with. She had unexpectedly died by gunshot in the street in New Jersey on her way home.

I looked up the name of Roland and found several who lived in the area then I saw him. The most daring and compelling blue eyes and I knew why she had loved that captivating man.

I went back to the antique store on another rainy day. I was curious to see whom I might meet…

This short story was inspired by the elephant tusk mirror that was an heirloom and an archived poem I wrote.

Photograph: “Gradma’s Mirror”  L. Moon copyright 2011

The Message…

Yes this is a Flash 55 but to read the beginning of the story you have to go to my friend J. Bengel’s site and read Vespers

The phone rang again.
Deep breath on the other end.
“Sorry it’s me again. I saw her. I’m back from the edge of death.

Before they sent me back a beautiful woman brushed my hand and whispered your name.

Tell him I’m here. I’m waiting. I love him.”
“Thanks” was all I could say

Go to the G-Man for more Flash 55- Thanks G!!!

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The Message in the Mirror #NWCU #ghosts #poetry

She walked into a shop

steeped  in another era

scents  of old

ancient things from there


Up in a loft

she saw an ivory mirror

she held it’s loveliness

tell me what did she hear?


It was a voice

with an accent sublime

young and clear

from another time


Are you talking to me?

I hear you my dear

the young voice queries

please come a little near


Where is the woman?

no one but me

looking around

where can she be?


Then just as sweetly

she gave me a message

must be for others

what is the passage?


Tell them I love them

tell them I’m here

tell them I’m waiting

give them love and cheer


Who do I tell?

can’t you be clearer

now she was gone

the lady in the mirror

This (archived) poem is prompted by this week’s Wednesday Wake Up Call at New World Creative Union. We are asked to reflect on our ancestors. The prose is fictional but inspired by a mirror and a memory.

Painting: Waterhouse “Rosebuds while ye may”