I hold your face in my hands. Your eyes hold that glint of tears that they refuse to unleash. They are tears born of regret over decisions made, and fears over future prospects. I can only hold your face in my hands a moment before lowering them at your gentle touch on my wrists.
If only we would dance among the daffodils and lillies under the coming Flower Moon. We would laugh, and sing “She could have danced all night.” Like we do during all of our spontaneous dances.
Alas, a moon dance does not salve the growing pains of being the bamboo. Only patience–and faith–do that.
super moon
perennials
in blood light
I’m hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse, where we’re writing about the Flower Moon. The Pub is open! Come join us!
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Frank J. Tassone 
The moon is always there no matter what happens. And sometimes we just have to wait and hope.
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“a moon dance does not salve the growing pains of being the bamboo” — Outstanding.
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“in blood light”
Ooh, fantastic. I loved that unexpected phrasing at the end.
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I latched onto “blood moon” myself. Your piece is equal parts lovely and sad. When love hits a bump, when a relationship flounders, romance is trumped by circumstance, right?
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I could feel her hands on my (ie your) wrists. What a moment in a marvelous haibun, Frank. Thanks. And thanks for a cool prompt, too!
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Love that song, and you haiku reference to being bamboo~captivating.
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Very nicely done Frank!
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I’m not sure what the bamboo symbolizes in your haibun but it has a feeling of discomfort about it.
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oh, Frank. this line tugs the heart: a moon dance does not salve the growing pains of being the bamboo
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A fantabulous night for a moon dance, Frank. I love the emotion in your haibun.
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Patience and faith. Yes! Like the bamboo. How fitting. Loved this. Thanks for sharing. I wish you miracles.
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Poignant and sorrowful, but I sensed an element of hope too. Beautiful haibun.
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I think that faith exists in the moment you captured so well amongst these growing pains. I love the closing haiku too, that blood moon is moving!
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I see the bamboo bending, but returning to its upright position when the storm has passed. Yes, patience and faith. (K)
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A dramatic human dilemma. Thanks for this and for your excellent hosting prompt!
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That’s a very passionate haibun, full of pathos. I’m intrigued by the meaning of bamboo in this context.
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I love how you have captured such a moment, and for me, the enigmatic line of being the bamboo means that someone is still stuck in winter even when the flower moon shines. I hope the growing pains abate.
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Thanks, Bjorn! 🙂
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Beautiful haibun, thank you for the read, and for hosting
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wow!
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