Working Together #rebootthesuit

Watching numbers increase

children, moms and dads

many hands join

the clock we aim to beat

suit walked on the moon

put back together

 generations to enjoy

happily on history’s loom

reach the number with the crowd

each of us will share a prize

knowing we were a part

Neil’s ghost will be so proud

Yesterday we (staff and volunteers at National Air and Space Museum) watched the numbers hourly as day two of #reboot the suit was underway. I cant tell you how many children and families had their pictures taken by the cardboard copy of  Neil Armstrong’s space suit. This is where unity works so well – toward a cause that people can get behind.Check out #Rebootthesuit; it is the first kickstarter that Smithsonian has undertaken for fundraising. Presently on day three, the project is three fifths of the way to the goal.

The prompt at Poet’s United today is Unity.

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The Sun and the Moon #poetry #photography #equinox

 

 

I love you because your rays fill with delight

what I radiate in the eve is a golden smile glow

the stars twinkle and blush nightly because they know

I respect you becasue you rise high in the sky

my shape in the night a reflection you see

is more of yourself and so much less of me

Sometimes as I rise I ask the question “why”

I’m merely a  mirror  of your glorious rays

I cast  a few shadows you lighten each and every day

We look at each other across celestial sea

we put in the sky for the world at the start

I a dusty old orb and yours a radiant heart

 

The Poet’s United Midweek Motif prompt for this week is Sun in celebration of the March Equinox.

Eye of the Beholder #poetry #photography #art

I was born for the shadows

 form hidden by sepia day

… is in the eye of the beholder

do they really mean what they say?

catch me on the cold nights

basking in the sun

I and the moon’s reflection

dancers we are one

you can never touch me

but you can always try

reach into tomorrow

beauty is in the …

 

I just found this wonderful Shadow Dancer prompt offered by Bastet at Mind love miserys menagerie. The photography (top) is by Nickolas Muray  . The photograph below is my shot of a whimsical sculpture in the National Gallery of Art.

 

 

Dusk’s Dance #poetry #haiku #sea #photography

this road–

no one goes down it

autumn’s end

~Basho

And here I meet him – Dusk

eyes linger

on the last flames

burning off cities in the distance

he offers his hand

“will you dance?”

“yes, but I must rise soon.”

for a few stolen moments

we dance as the day fades to away

 

last of day’s splendor

blue sky merges with sea

moon yawns

Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem prompts us to write about Dusk. I used my poetic license to create a haibun for such an occasion.

No End to the Moon Dance #haiku #moon

 

kono tsuki o imachi nemachi to yubi o ori

should this moon be waited for by sitting or lying down …? I calculate with my fingers

– Sujyu Takano (1)

by moonlit waters

memories caress the shore

blue moon dance

*

casting a pebble

blue waters ripple outward

smile reflection

 

Prompt at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem:  Moon in the Haiku Tradition ( yes a favorite subject).

Art Craig Cloug Moon Art

I Need a Transfusion #halloween #poetry #horrorweek

 

 

Suspended above the clouds

captive of a swoon

what magician’s trick

 hung me by the moon

life leaves me in sleep

celestial I drift

all Hallow’s calamity

my blood forever drips

 

 

DRIP, Drip, drip…

silent as the dead

the jack-o-lantern jeers

fear we now instead

notes that gave a tip

to get inside our head

wiggle with our fears

more we have to dread

a new report we get

she shot twice in the head

little ones are dear

no hallows – early now  to bed

 Zodiac killer rips

a community is fed

killings through the years

we can only hope you’re dead

My first poem was written before Susan put up the completion for the Poet’s United prompt: The real story what is Halloween to me? To many of us who were in the San Francisco Bay Area- Halloween meant the Zodiac killer might be on the loose. I was trying to compose a short story about this killer and what it was like as a child growing up with a killer on the loose for years. The Zodiac serial killings is a cold case; the man killed 20 (or more people) and would send chilling notes through the newspapers making his threats.

 

This painting is a remake of  Henry Fuseli’s Nightmare. I normally couldn’t do this to art but everyone else tends to mess around  with Fusseli.

Please forgive my theatrics- I am having way too much fun with blood this week.

And while the blood drips why not follow the grim reaper in catching some horror book giveaways over at Coffin Hop!

 

Wolf / Human? You choose… #humor #poetry #dpchallenge

It was a cold and frothy night

blood dripped from my fangs

I shivered at the thought

I looked at myself in the reflection

“I’m a wolf why am I shivering?”

the inner me spoke

“you are human only when it suits me

and wolf when you are a beast”

I was reminded that as a human I’m vegan

I really can’t stand the sight of blood

and yet it tasted so good on my lips

“aack” I woke up with the dawn

“I hate those kind of dreams”

I thought as I padded to the sink

washing the stench of wolf from my nostrils

I failed to see the woman draped over my white sheets

*****

WordPress has a delightful prompt for today at Daily Post – Howl at the Moon

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg

Et Tu? Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?

Thanks to Fuseli for inspiring so many with his painting The Nightmare which I believe is in the collection at the Tate.

Moonlit Glow #poetry # #photography

Gazing into moonlit glow

Inspired, I pause

Entranced by ethereal beauty

There is something  inside

Makes me want to sing

No solitary song is hers

She that has captivated for centuries

What can a mere mortal bestow?

Gazing into moonlit  glow

Ecstatic, I smile

She knowingly has cast her spell

Drunken,  I bob and sway

I croon a serenade

My eyes reflecting swaying curves

Warm arms envelop her

I dance the silent song I know

 

Ghazal
“Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians.”

(I am not familiar with this form so will just write a love poem rather than butcher a form. Poets.org has been helpful with this poetry information.)

 

“Poetry is  a deal of joy and pain and wonder with a dash of the dictionary.”

Khalil Gibran (Brainy Quotes)

Give Me Spring #poetry #photography

give me spring

bleeding with color

misty drops

rainbow a blurr

*

give me spring

reach for the sky

playing a must

swinging I’ll try

*

give me spring

barefoot dance

ruby lips

moonlit romance

*

give me spring

carved in a tree

 we are young

hidden in ivy

No Time for Love #Tanrenga #poetry #art #photography

this dark autumn night
the bright stars of milky way
cries of geese above

(c) Lothar (Rheumatologe)

long lonely days we fly away

no time to stop dream of love

© mdw

This dark autumn night

the bright stars of milky way

cries of geese above

long lonely days we fly away

no time to stop dream of love

Photograph and drawing  ©L. Moon

We continue the Carpe Diem Tan Renga challenge in the month of November. Today the haiku prompt is by Lothar of Rhematologe.