Three Limericks

dversepoets.com           Happy to try my hand at Limericks today. Some people are quite gifted at writing these little gems.

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Sometimes

I like that words were given meaning
so much that I wake up from dreaming
Sometimes, thinking causes me grief
thinking of nothing brings me relief
I'm writing this while I am sleeping

Moonlight

Once upon a moonlit April night,
stars slipped behind clouds in and out of sight
What I didn't set out to find
I found - I am loved for my mind
not just a gal out flying a kite

Kate

There once lived a queen, Katherine the Great
Everyone loved her, dubbing her "Kate"
All the king's horses and all the king's men
spied her one night practicing Zen
Thereafter, she was not allowed to date

lune portals..

Over at

dversepoets.com today Sam Peralta leads us in embracing the American haiku form, lunes, either the 5-3-5 syllabic variation or the 3-5-3 word lune;  mine is still another variation, a 5-3-5 word form..

January's moon tips gibbous,
draws longer shadows,
brightens cream colored stepping stones.

February's lunar storms heat up
with timeless love
melting hearts and warming bodies

March's moonlight lends passionate edge
April's moon pines
exposing cascading flowers in May

Butterflies swarm in June's lunar
light, spreading 
wider as summer moves on

July and August moons beckon, 
highlighting the Irish moss,
skirt and skip between branches.

Rustles in wind signal September
her moon sets
on wedding nuptials and vows

October's and November's hunting and harvest moons send ardor through men's veins,

yet they venture not far from home and hearth.

December's moon is your smile

caressing my cheek, for a calendar complete,

God's personal design for my lunar cycle




               

January Night...

by klr

                         

Whilst we gaze on high

suppose the stories are true

January night

I took these photos one late evening last week when driving home.  Before I added the snow, adjusted the exposure on the branches and made the moon more yellow, I realized how nicely the three look together as a group and the collage turned out better than I thought it would...kind of a coincidence;  and that is the extent of my creativity this week ;-)  Then, someone who saw these photos suggested there might be a story behind them.  I want to thank Jeanne;  this is what I came up with as a result:

    Moonlight is the theme.  Be it light streaming through a stained glass window, moonlight casting shadows on forked tree branches, or the grandeur of a classic yellow moon, which we are privileged to look at most months of the year, they all touch the very light in us that longs to speak back.  In the form of a certain qualified holiness, we respond with admiration and love in the forms of wistful poetry and inspired songs. We long to transcend that magical, invisible stairway to heaven where all life mysteries' answers are given and our souls set free.

     Many a moon (pardon the cliche), I have planted moon flower seeds in my back yard, taking care that nothing disturbs them; and just as often they have not survived.  The white blooms that result glow in the dark of the night, as do other seasonal species with white blossoms.  By placing them in a hanging basket outside a bedroom window, or by an entry door, the vine stemmed flower sends a lovely fragrance indoors.  So this year I hope a moon flower's little light will beam against a night sky..starry or not.


     We have been captured by the moon's powerful haughtiness, as we are grateful and heartened by its kindly phosphorescence as a lamp or lantern to gently guide our way on a path, be it spiritual or actual.  As a beacon in a lighthouse, we have romanticized it to the point that its mantle can make us tremble.  It can be a welcome incandescence in a time of need, or a cue to a proposal.


     So the light of flowers that provide a show in the garden at night will not be as luminous as the moon, but they will inspire us by exuding exquisite scents.  Perhaps it is part of that same childhood moon of fairy tales we remember, and again sparks our wishful thinking.  It's what hastens us to dare say from a small window in a country home nestled in a meadow, or from the rooftop of a city dwelling, "Goodnight, Moon."