#Haiku Happenings #2: Reena’s latest #tankaprose for my current #haikai challenge!
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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