Flower Moon, a reply to a moon poem tweet
point-one percent
wafts away invisible
a breath of the north wind
whisked away from the moon
seen only as
fallen cherry blossom
petals
tumbling down the street
dancing in the grass
laughing when the wind
whispers, “my
won percent”
The flow of a poem
the ideas that roam
across the miles
and nodding smiles
a reply here and there
finding the missing
to those listening
of the shared moonlight
minus a bit of delight
words alight in the air.
Such is the way of poems, sparked by a bit of light, shared to delight, replied as insight to the possible despite the improbable by way of a simple thought caught in the morning flower moon of May in a tweet:
Kevin wrote:
When walking
towards the full
morning moon,
lingering as it is
like the first notes
of your inner song,
it’s best to slow
the pace, to gaze
into the wonder
of the moment of
soft radiant light#poemsofpresence— KevinHodgson (@dogtrax) May 7, 2020
And Wendy replied
As often happens
our views collide
on opposite sides
of the globe.The full moon is magnificent
in the night sky,
camera lens struggling to focus
on its preeminence
I stand silent in the glow
full of wonder.#poemsofpresence— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) May 7, 2020
And Kevin wrote back with a reply from Wendy
So Kevin asked
Where’s the rest?
The point-one percent?
Seems like a poem
waiting to be written
about pieces missing
from the Flower Moon —
petals in soil, perhaps,
decomposing in starlight,
or stamen filament,
drooping down
towards dirt:
lost but still noticed#smallpoems— KevinHodgson (@dogtrax) May 7, 2020
And Greg asked for replies to “explain the missing 1% of the Flower Moon
Today's #poetry prompt: take @dogtrax idea and explain the missing 1% of the flower moon: https://t.co/RbW66zNDct #literacies #writingcommunity (https://t.co/DtKVLdAF12)
— https://jgregorymcverry.com (@jgmac1106) May 7, 2020
To which replies were made, including mine:
#smallpoems #flowermoon #clmooc
point-one percent
wafts away invisible
a breath of the north wind
whisked away from the moon
seen only as
fallen cherry blossom
petals
tumbling down the street
dancing in the grass
laughing when the wind
whispers, “my
won percent”— Sheri Edwards (@grammasheri) May 7, 2020
My hard won percent
scrabbled fron gravel
scraped from a dry riverbed
shaped into a trophy
that tumbled off the shelf
as the world turned
on its axis
last night.(PS the sun has risen / flower moon hidden)
— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) May 7, 2020
The missing percentage
Stollen by fairies
Hidden under dragon wings.#smallpoems #clmooc #FlowerMoon— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) May 7, 2020
polymers into monomers
moments into time
moon but
a fairy ring
floating on hypha
Souls
so enshrinedwhisps of chitin
slip away
truth wafting from
our Flower Moon
threads of fallen
stars wrapping
roots in our mind#clmooc#smallpoems (https://t.co/D56A6Pk3Rg)— https://jgregorymcverry.com (@jgmac1106) May 7, 2020
As always, thanks to #clmooc #smallpoems for the inspiration.
PROMPTS:
Look through your texts, social media, or email. Pick out an idea to respond in a unique way such as a poem, song, or video and return the idea to the sender. If possible, invite others.
For instance, where do you think the missing .1% is in the Flower Moon?
This is like taking an afternoon walk through a poetry garden. When I posted the Lunar calendar I didn’t even think of answering that question of the .1%.
I did not notice the .1% either, but, of course, Kevin did, and here we are chasing the missing pieces of the Flower Moon. A great and grand adventure for us. 🙂
This is the perfect imagery — of the cherry blossom petals falling, gathering, white as moonlight for nearly longer than a moment …
Kevin
Our trees had looked so lovely and full of pink up and down the street, but the wind blew through and filled the sky and ground with the cherry petals, so when you asked what the missing .1% was, I knew immediately where it chose to be. Thank you.