Posts Tagged ‘Moon’

Dateline: Rexburg, ID, Center of Totality. Where is Everyone? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 20, 2017

Eclipse sunglasses, Rexburg, Idaho, Great American Eclipse August 2017Remember that time/
God held a solar eclipse/
And no one showed up?

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Ironic — No Eclipse For Craters Of The Moon Lament: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

August 4, 2017

Craters of the Moon /
Park lies outside the Eclipse/
path. How ironic.

To Beauties Watching A Moonrise: Romantic IMprov Haiku

April 10, 2017

I shall refrain from/
quoting what Shakespeare once wrote:/
Smite that jealous Moon.

Embrace A Strange Place: Revolutionary ImproVerse Prose

January 11, 2017

A friend was going to a Polynesian island with a man she barely knew and his family. She said “I’m a bit afraid. I’m going to be surrounded by strangers, in a foreign country, with a man I don’t know.”
Since she is from Oklahoma, I reminded her what that state’s native son, Will Rogers, said: “A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”
Then I said:
When you get to the country, that new place, go, go out onto the beach, or in the woods, or a garden, or even on your balcony. Stand and face the rising or the setting sun, or the stars, or the moon, or the cloudy sky. Face the heavens.
Put your bare feet apart slightly wider than your shoulders. If you’re on the beach, put your feet in the sand, right where the waves spend their last bit of energy, where the seafoam and the wet sand moves beneath your toes and embraces your feet.
Tilt your head back to find the sun or the light or the sky. Feel the air. Close your eyes.
Raise both your arms out sideways, hands toward the light and sky, palms out, fingers spread wide, hands slightly higher than your shoulders, as though you were giving an old friend a huge hug. Breathe deep, in through your mouth and nose, deeply, and feel the vibe, the flow, of the place you are in. Connect, deeply. Open your mouth and OMMMM or YAWP or vocalize in the harmonic you feel.
As you feel the air, the wind, sense the scents, maybe wrap your arms gently but firmly around the Spirit you feel, cradle it, embrace it.
There is a certain spirit, harmonic, note in each place. Each place on earth has a unique feel, a special, sacred note. Just as a musical note sounds different played by trombone, piano, organ, clarinet or harmonica, so is the earth’s song the same, yet different in each place.
You can be jarred by it, because it doesn’t feel like where YOU are from, but if you reach out and embrace it, hear it feel it touch it, introduce yourself to it, and be introduced to it, you will connect with it. When you do, that foreign country, that new place, will become part of you, and you will become part of it. You will not be a stranger in a strange land, but an honored and welcome friend the land hadn’t met yet.
And you’ll understand why the natives are smiling.”

Hie Top Down To Kolob: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 16, 2016

Reaching for the full moon, top down, hieing to Kolob Canyon, Zion National Park, UtahWhen you hie, top down,/
to Kolob, God lets you reach/
and grab the full moon.
Kolob Canyon Panorama, Zion National Park, sunset, mid-October, 2016 -- Hie to Kolob!

Fingernail Moon Flip-Off: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

July 6, 2016

Tonight’s fingernail /
moon may as well be a big/
middle finger flip.Fingernail moon flip off ... really?

A Sonnet To White House Burgers: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

June 1, 2016

Some thought them lowly burgers,/
but the company they kept/
elevated these patties much higher/
than any cow had ever lept.

Over the moon they flew,/
then back upon dinner plates./
Cheeses! Cheddar, Swiss or bleu!/
Seasoned to the taste.

The decor is historic/
in this intimate dining pub./
Yet at this lake aire White House/
the food is never called “grub”.

Whether in garden room, bar, or dining nook/
this cuisine gives a break you’ll be glad you took.*
OR
*this cuisine deserves a closer look.

Why A Pink Full Moon? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 22, 2016

Pink full moon bonfire, Lake Winneconne, April 2016We were waiting for/
the “pink” full moon. Who named it/
such a thing, and why?
#LakeWinneconne #PinkFullMoon #Bonfire #Storytelling

Alone Dancing On Snowy Moon-Shadowed River Banks: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

January 20, 2016

Spanish Fork River Banks, Utah Lake - Sandy Beach Moonshadow, dancing alone

Spanish Fork River and Sandy Beach, Utah Lake

He stood on the snowed /
banks of that river alone, /
cold and moon-shadowed.

AND

Dancing with moonbeams/
to the stream’s soft notes was not/
enough to hold her.
Frosted marsh grass along the Spanish Fork River mouth at Sandy Beach, Utah Lake, Jan. 2016