Spring is in full swing and many of my phone photos are flowers, but last night was a marvelous super pink moon. The phone camera didn’t really capture what I saw, so I took the photo through the Waterlogue app just to see what I would see. The negative space shows up, the sky that is blue with the nightlight of the moon and the white spaces in the trees. Makes me think about negative spaces and chiaroscuro, the light we don’t see until the perspective is changed.
Chiaroscuro, in art, is the use of strong contrasts between light and dark, usually bold contrasts affecting a whole composition.
Silent light
Margaret Simon, draft
Curves through darkness
Under a full moon
Revealing the sky’s
Open door
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Reflections on the Teche 
Spilling light
into dark spaces,
Earth paints
every hue.
Truth whispers…
are we listening?
PS I pray the answer is yes. Thanks for your photo and prompt, Margaret.
Love the personification of earth. We need to be listening. Thanks for writing and sharing.
I see you thought of a painting too, Janet!
spilling light….oh, I’d love to find a spill.
Oh my, Janet, this is beautuful and moves me.
Janet, my cat, Tigress somehow clicked post comment, but I wasn’t finished. Your personification and question make your poem come alive. Oh no, Tigress is back. Love this.
Thanks so much, Gail.
Margaret,
I did not read your poem (just the prompt) before working on my poem. I love how you did an acrostic version. I love “Revealing the sky’s/ open door”
Where I live we have so much grey in our sky. Like Seattle we have cloud cover a lot due to the Great Lakes which are to the west of our region. So I savor the clear moments and the sunshine and the stars. I grew up in an area with minimal greyness. I have yearnings for what the sky paints and reveals.
We’re in a painting
Brushstrokes fill up the canvas
Moon lights up the sky
Yes! We ARE in a painting…thank you. What a beautiful thought.
Love that we are all in this painting.
Wow, I love your connection from the photo to the painting. Beautiful.
Love that we are here together with the stars and the moon and the brilliant though muted colors that bring joy. I love your Haiku, Ruth.
For some reason, the white in the photo reminded me of stars.
Stars scatter light
through layers of leaves
making way for moon’s glow –
the star of the show
I like, “making way for moon’s glow.”
Love the connection to stars.
Rose, they do look like stars. I cannot pick out a line I like best. I just love the whole poem.
Yes, Rose, I love when the moon is the star of the show but then on the nights when it is ebony and the stars are pure diamonds I am moved, too. Again and again. I hope this poem finds its way to others! Lovely.
Luna,
Join me on the veranda
there’s wine
bring some light
rising or setting, either’s fine.
I want to see you
No glitter, no shine, spoon, or June necessary—
just come over
Makes me want to meet you there too. And talk all night.
Linda, I love how your poem is like a note or invitation to the moon and you rhyme.LOL to “spoon.” Perfect ending.
This is a terrific and “fresh” moon poem, Linda. Wonderful. “Just come over” how true. I love it.
Sky’s open door–what a beautiful idea.
Super
Pink Moon
rising huge
hot air balloon
above houses
bright against night,
if I reach your light
will it heal me
tonight?
Gail Aldous April 2021
Margaret, sorry this is long. I did cut it from 34 words. I tried eight words and twelve words, but it lost my meaning. I hope “heal me tonight” doesn’t sound like a cliché. I vision this inside the shape of a hot air balloon, or the words making the shape of a hot air balloon.
Last night on the way home from a friend’s house, I wanted to stop and take a photo, but I didn’t want houses in it. I thought, when I’m home I’ll take the pic through the trees like I usually do. When I came home I couldn’t see the moon. I could not get the image of this huge, bright moon almost as big as the houses out of my mind. I thought, maybe I’ll write a poem about it tomorrow. Today, not thinking about the moon I opened up your blog. 🙂 Thank you for sharing the beautiful photo that reminded me I wanted to write about the moon. Your acrostic poem moved me. Your personification of the light being silent, that it “curves through darkness,” and reveals “sky’s open door” makes your poem come alive! Thank you.
I don’t think the healing line is cliche. I understand how we look to the moon for health and healing. There is a growing of syllables. I wonder if it could become a nonet?
Thank you, Margaret. That’s a good idea.
“Revealing sky’s open door”
This!
Ah Gail I like Margaret’s Nonet thought. A nonet could work. I also heard of the Magic 9 form today.(And somewhere else this month….my poetry brain is so on fire thanks to the wonderful poetry people here!). I have a link, if you want from Writers Digest, but Carol Varsalona posted it. There are no rules other than a rhyme scheme. It goes abacadaba. The creator is not known but someone thinks it was sort of an accident when a poet meant to write abracadabra and left out the “r”s. The pink moon is the color of peachy-golden I love. There is a wonderful spot to see it rise but I was not thinking of watching. Sadly I missed it but on my fb page my friend who is a real photographer did, so you might take a peek when you can.
Happy Keep a Poem in Your Pocket Day (and I would like to add, Your Heart!) to all.
Janet, thank you for the suggestion. I can look on Carol’s blog. My poetry brain is on fire, too. I can’t keep up with all the wonderful posts, but I can go back to them.It’s like having constant treats or dark chocolate again and agin and again.I can even turn that itno a poem. I’m sorry you missed the moon. If I hadn’t been coming home at the correct time, I wpuld have missed it, too because I had my nights mixed up.thank you for inviting me to yiur FB page to see a photo. Do you have a blog?