Thursday, May 5, 2011

Friday Flash 55 ~ Moonlight

Caspar David Friedrich - Zwei Männer in Betrachtung des Mondes


Moonlight


Shining moon
hung in the mind’s eye
bright mirror
reflecting
good, evil, nothing, alike,
making amber light.

Nothing seen
in light or darkness
unopened
and unknown
until the blindfold drops that’s
knotted ‘round the heart.

Black night falls
wrapping up the world
random, wild,
insensate,
death, love, loss, joy gallop; but
 see the amber moon.




May 2011

Three linked shadormas
Posted for  Friday Flash 55  at the G-man's





Image: Two Men Contemplating the Moon, by Caspar David Friedrich, circa 1819-20 

28 comments:

  1. As many Odes that is written about the Moon,
    You manage to make this sound fresh and uncharted.
    Awesome 55 Hedge...
    What a Jewell you are.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  2. As Many 55's that I read..
    You give me a YAHTZEE!!!

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  3. The things you see by the light of the moon ( and dont see)
    A fine 55 Shadorma

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  4. this is a rather haunting one hedge...its kinda got a spooky cadence to it...the blindfold knotted round the heart is a nice touch too..

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  5. An eerie feel to what the moon sees.

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  6. but see the amber moon

    Yes, it does not care a whiff what shenanigans goes on underneath its watchful eye. But watchful eye remains still.

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  7. love the line, black night falls wrapping up the world, this coming from someone who is still afraid of the dark. On that note, the RCMP were just at my door, looking for a person in the area. Spookey, No?

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  8. Just beautiful, hedgewitch.

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  9. I loved the image n the words alike.. I too talk to the moon often.. :)

    Hugs xox

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  10. An amber moon. How beautiful.......I especially loved "until the blindfold drops that's knotted 'round the heart". Brilliant.

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  11. Loved the words .. so fresh face to moon and night !

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  12. It's very eerie - like the moon itself. Well done.

    My 55 are up here.

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  13. A love poem to my friend, the moon. I love it and I bet she does too. :)

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  14. Joy does gallop here in the free range of all the moon beacons and beckons. As that pale lamp and mirror, the moon is what we see in darkness and makes apparent on the dark waters of reflection. I much prefer an "amber" moon to a "yellow" one -- something eternally embalming about amber, giving the poem an ancient, gilded surface. - Brendan

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  15. I loved the knotted around the heart line. Very creepy and great!

    Blood, Sweat and Tears is mine this week.

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  16. beautiful, stunning 55.

    Happy Mother's Day to Moms around you. Blessings..

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  17. beautiful and intense...esp. loved these lines
    wrapping up the world
    random, wild,
    insensate...and very much loved the "but"..the amber moon at the end

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  18. I really love the line about the black night wrapping up the world.

    You are really talented.

    Great 55

    that is all

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  19. The constant amber moon.

    You gallop?

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  20. Open-hearted and open-minded go hand-in-hand, both letting in that which we need. Nice 55.

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  21. Beautiful, hedgewitch. And that you turned it into a series of shadorma is so artful.

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  22. The illustration fit your words perfectly!

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  23. Excellent, sparsely-worded/mood-potent stuff.

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  24. All that in 55 words! Amazing writing.

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  25. as lovely as the amber moon...you use the shadorma form so well, the second one's last two lines ~ what brilliance ..fine 55

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  26. ...the amber moon. Beautiful imagery but the words are a bit haunting.

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  27. In the night everything is one, and the moon belongs to whomever looks at it. I love that painting.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg