The Moon somehow sparks poetic imagination more than the Sun. Power invokes devotion and subservience, whereas gentleness of moonlight invokes romantic passion in creatures of the night.
The moon touches in a sort of clandestine manner, be it the ocean waves or human lives. It is a secret to be nurtured in the darkness. It is a bond to reconnect with the softer side of nature. It is not a giver of life, just a nurturer.
rebirth of fullness
with new names, nurture life
in different colors
Hunters’ moon belongs to all
let not names break tender hearts
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Ohhh, I LOVE that final line!
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #2: Reena’s latest #tankaprose for my current #haikai challenge!
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I enjoyed your haibun very much. I particularly like this line: “ It is not a giver of life, just a nurturer.” an interesting observation.
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Thanks, Janice!
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An interesting post. I like you comparison to the sun and moon and the effects they bring on all of us
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Thanks 😊
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