(Oil, “Dusk”, Jane Kohut-Bartels, 2002)
Mist drifts in waves
Ribbon-ing maple branches
The rising of moon
Make Egrets shimmer silver-
Gauzy ghosts of nothingness.
—
Like the lithe bowing
Of a red maple sapling
My heart turns to you,
Yearns for those nights long ago
When pale skin challenged the moon.
—
How could I forget
The beauty of the pale moon!
A face of sorrow
Growing thin upon the tide
No one now visits me.
—
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The full moon above
floats on blackened velvet seas,
poet’s perfection!
But who does not yearn for a
crescent in lavender sky?
—
Autumn wind startles–
Lowered to an ominous
Key—Ah! Mournful sounds!
The fat mountain deer listen-
Add their bellowing sorrow.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2018
Tags: Moon Poems, poetry, tanka
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