Some Czerny for the Poetry Bump

[HowardM2]

lune civ

water creeps through cracked
granite, then
spills down the mountain

[beeswax]

Hello Howard. thank you for introducing me to lunes. Next NaPo . . . mm mm
I enjoyed reading your Luna today. Some favorite lines:

. . . tack the fog’s/scrim across the night scrim is a lovely word

forsythia fires/yellow arcs/over the dog house I love this – maybe because dog house can mean something other than the literal. I was in the dog house two days ago and needed a cover of gold – but yellow is cowardice and those yellow arcs fired at me would have been unsettling

The moon’s sharp crescent/sickles through/the last stalks of rain is a powerful image

Mats of dead mayflies/silently/spin in dim eddies is a creepy image but strangely beautiful because of the language.

water creeps through cracked/granite. . . I’ve never thought of water creeping, yet when it does just that through sandstone, and destroys it – it’s creepy, sneaky, and difficult if not impossible to stop. Enjoyed your work and learning from you as always.

[Word Weaver]

Lovely bite-size pieces you've got here, Howard. The harvesting moon is probably my favourite Carry on!

[Julie]

The moon sickling the rain, the humble dog's house, the exhalation of Jamaica, the mats of dead mayflies, so many delightful images in tiny, pretty packages!

[HowardM2]

Thanks again, everyone; I really do appreciate your taking time to read and comment.

I'm starting to catch up with flufferations, finally. As I'm likely to be away most of tomorrow, I'm going ahead with today's and tomorrow's posts with more upcatching to be done Sunday. Heigh ho, heigh ho.

[HowardM2]

lune cv

damp nights scintillate
with the trills
of unloved treefrogs

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Photo and soundbite here:

http://www.mister-toad.com/photos/fr...icolor_05.html

[HowardM2]

lune cvi

here in the chapel
of the red
bell pepper -- love's glow

[M]

Howard, these are so delightful. I was unfamiliar with the lune, but I am now a fan.

lune xcii -- I love the idea of the past peering between the weathered paint.
lune xcvi -- this was gorgeous, and I love "tack the fog's scrim". Just lovely.

Very much enjoyed the dragonfly wings blurring, the forsythia fires and the "flung stars" as well. Tough to pick a favorite. You definitely have a knack for picking beautiful words and making them do what you want them to do.

Thanks for writing!

[HowardM2]

Thanks, M; lunes are fun to work with, and frustrating, too.

I've just started reading some of the work of Gustaf Sobin; that will show up in "lune cvii" and possibly others.

[HowardM2]

lune cvii

words are worlds: crack them
open, suck their
dark cores of silence

[Jee Leong]

Unloved treefrogs! Red chapel peppers! I also love the idea of the core of silence inside words.

[Andrea345]

loved the surprise of cvi @ red // bell pepper - got a snort from me.

and the play between "unloved" and "treefrogs" pulled another (I'm reading backwards)

the mayflies though... that was really good.

[kristalynn]

I love the last, the words as worlds, the dark cores, strong images.

[HowardM2]

Thanks Jee, Andrea, and kristalynn; I'm glad you find pieces you enjoyed and appreciate that you stopped by to comment.

Today's is also influenced by Gustaf Sobin.

[HowardM2]

lune cviii

splintered quartz fractures
light making
itself its image