Waning gibbous dance us toward that newest
Night of birth and rebirth budding
Bursting out from expiration
Skyward vine twirling
With the night bugs
Reaching
Grasping
Inhale the sun that rose
Into thy lungs unfurl each phase
And chapter write with blossom of delight
© Jilly’s 2016
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Oh I do love the nocturnal scene you’ve painted… wonderful
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Thank you!
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How wonderful! A moon instead of a sun. Love the night scene and the moon you have created.
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Thank you for noticing the form!
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You made a moon! Particularly like your opening phrase.
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Thank you! The word ‘dance;’ was in my mind before Bjorn said ‘rose.’
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Ah, the sun that rose in the moon… in all her phases. Your poem cycles well. Your photos are on target with your words.
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Thanks! I have been caught up with shooting the moon – in the literal sense.
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I haven’t heard or read the phrase gibbous moon for so long. So delightful to see gibbous here, and in such a lovely scene you have set.
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Thank you! I took an undergrad course in astronomy and loved it! By the way, I see a rabbit or a woman brushing her hair – not a man. What do you see?
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Do you mean in the photo? I can’t see either…
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In the full mon. Everyone talks of the man in the moon, but I never see him. Perspective.
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Ah. I’ll have to have a look next time!
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I like how you’ve made this one long exhale of a poem. Excellent!
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Thank you! I guess that is what the moon phases are like to me – one long exhale.
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sigh….absolutely stunning! The moon — inhaling the beauty here.
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Thank you!
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Stunning. You’ve created so much movement in this–very effective.
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High praise, Victoria!
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This feels very inspirational, “Night of birth and rebirth budding
Bursting out from expiration,”
Always another chance.. even after expiration!
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I like the idea of the moon inhaling the sun to “unfurl each phase…” Gorgeous!
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Thanks, Rose!
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I too am inhaling the beauty and rhapsody of your verses !
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Beautifully written! Love “bursting out from expiration”…. wow!
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Thank you!
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Oh dear, I love night skies and moon. ❤ You've painted a beautiful image with your words, Jilly. Plus, that's a clever choice of form. This almost look like a mirrored Etheree.
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This is beautiful! 🙂
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Beautiful-so well imagined
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Thank you!
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Blossoms of delight. The exact definition of a rose, Jilly!
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🙂 Thanks!
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“unfurl each phase”
YES. I love this.
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What a wonderful shape, Jilly! I love those final lines:
Inhale the sun that rose
Into thy lungs unfurl each phase
And chapter write with blossom of delight
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Thanks, Kim!
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Lovely! I was especially drawn to “Skyward vine twirling /With the night bugs”.
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“Inhale the sun that rose” – such an eloquent tribute to the moon. I like how you wrote about the phases in 44 words. 🙂
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Thanks for reading!
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Those last three lines? Perfect!
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Thank you, Sue!
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