In the darkness of night the constellations shine
Telling their stories
As goddess Luna in her magic glory
Ebon dark and blanch light
Still bares witness to all
The storm clouds seen by us now
Does not make it
Any less so
I’m pulling a succinct double duty here.
On Monday Linda asked us to create a little magic in quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title using the word of the day: magic.
On Tuesday for Poetics Mish asks us to contemplate the following by Mizuta Masahide:
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
Use it as inspiration to note experiences of our own personal insight or enlightenment and pen a poem.
I am minded through these trying times that just because we can’t always see the joy in life, does not mean it’s not there waiting to be noticed again for those who remember to look.
dVerse ~Poets Pub |
Quadrille #100 : Where’s My Magic Wand
Poetics – Now I Can See…
Good point. Even though the constellations tell their stories it doesn’t make our storms any less so.
Also true. Thanks.
Aww yes, the moon, the constant. We could learn a thing or two from her.
Yes, we can. Thank you.
Behind those clouds the stars still shine… that knowledge is comforting.
It is, thank you.