Haiku Bandit Society invites all to join in viewing the moon and penning haiku:
You are cordially invited to our eighth moon viewing party of 2012! The full moon rises Wednesday, August 1st, GMT.
To submit a poem (each submission remains the property of its author)
you may email us here: HAIKU BANDIT SOCIETY or post in comments.
Please include your pen name so we might accredit your poem properly. Happy moon gazing!
There are always luminescent poems there for these parties. Take a peek, grab a pen and join the fun.
our creek now bereft of willows
Eagerly shared where poets meet and create: dVerse–Open Link Night.
- For the record … (auriculasuite.net)
- Old Japan – Traditions, Festivals & Rituals – August (thriftytraveller.wordpress.com)
- Moon as Muse (chronicle.com)
our creek also has willows and eucalypts, ducks, egrets, parrots, frogs. our august moon lives in a chilled sky. rain and frost. a creek is a life source. lovely haiku.
Very exotic and magical place you live in. Thank you for visiting and sharing. 🙂
“our creek now bereft of willows
If “our” means that this is a special creek that is a secret hiding place for two people, then if the willows have died or have been chopped down it might not be as special and beautiful. It also might not be shaded and cool anymore. The moon can certainly see the creek, the people (together or apart), and even the trees (dead, alive, removed, transplanted).
I LOVE your double meaning in “august.” No matter what is going on down at the creek below, the moon deserves reverence. Sometimes that is the best way to attack an earthly problem—to look toward the skies and heavens, realizing how small personal matters really are in comparison to the grandeur above.
As always, your sight is keen. You are the first to mention the potential in the choice of “august.” That I did on purpose (for once). I love all the other possibilities you mentioned about the willows, moon and relationships. You see so much in something I wrote with single focus. Gotta love poetry.
Happy August. 🙂
You too, my dear. 🙂
So sad! k.
These are things I like best about willows–the fragile beauty and connection to melancholy. Thank you for stopping in to read.
I like the sleepy tone in your words. Thank you for all of the info also. 🙂
Moon viewing is definitely a drowsy time, right? Thank you for your visit and comment. Perhaps you’ll join the party? 😉
Lovely share ~
Thank you. Enjoy the moon where you are.
nice…i like the symbolism in the willows…for me could mean and end to the weeping…a change of season…much to read into this one…smiles.
I like that flexible symbolism too. I loved those willows along that brook. Now all but the least visible are all gone except one. Makes the view rather stark. 😦 Thanks for pointing out my repeat link error. And of course, for stopping in to chat.
Thanks for the heads up … I left one over there … my first for a moon party … how exciting!
I’d love to attend one in person. I suppose I could have my own . . . me, my sister, and their husky. 😉 Off to read your moon poem.
Welcome and thank you for reading. I’m headed your way now. 🙂