Crescent
moon-blown ripples
on evening tide
how these tear-culled thoughts
arise each brightening night
First Quarter
a scythe-eyed glimps across
an empty road
how this dust-tongued mouth forms
the right word at the wrong time
Gibbous
a bell-voiced cry
no one hears
how one dark-vowelled word
ends a measure of joy
Full Moon
a tide-looped April walk
drying tears
how a heaven-circling hope
comes from letting go
for dVerse Poets’ Poetics: love the words (guest pubtended by Laura Bloomsbury)
#NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 16/30
WD April PAD 2019 16/30
My own current Haikai Challenge
Frank J. Tassone 
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