It is not a tryst, not a beginning, not a confession. Definitely not a conversation. Don’t say anything.
If, in a moment of strange alignment, I make the uneven journey from within myself to what you see, what you think you see; if, in that moment of random foolishness, I peel away the façade, the armour, the wall after wall of defence; if, in that moment of irrational truth, I let you in on something real, then, don’t say anything. Let me have that moment. Let me step into the light. Let me cast my shadow. Let me happen. Let me come free.
You see that moon, alone, adrift in the pitch-dark sky, the moon that doesn’t know it shines, the moon that bears its scars alone, the moon too far to hear a word, the moon that came in through my window once to say it has the darker side…
…that moon used to be my friend.
just one night
without an impending dawn
just one night
How sad, that ‘used to be’. The moon has been my friend all my life; how terrible if that were to stop.
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There are times when people instantly want to top your story with their own… I just wish they would let the two stories have their own space, follow their own trajectories. No matter how good the intention, listening is its own thing… a special art. :)) (end of rant)
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#Haiku Happenings #5: Rajani Radhakrishnan’s latest haibun!
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This is very beautiful. A poem about the moon is always a wonderful one. I love the line about stepping into the light and “let me have that moment.”
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Thank you, Sherry.
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“Let me happen. Let me come free.” Wow!
And this is, I’m happy to say,
much more likely than “just one night
without an impending dawn.”
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Wishful thinking, both 🙂 Thanks so much, Susan!
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Here we go, June Marathon #20. Serious countdown starts now…! The muse is long gone though…
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