Night regurgitates day in images that ride their REM waves, waves that slap the hard beach repetitively, incessantly, omnipresent in the fog of sleep and in the spaces between the incidental, accidental thoughts that drift by during timeouts in the day. Like now.
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Moonlight summons old spirits
The Earth a cocoon
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I like the idea of the Earth being a cocoon and the night regurgitating.
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Thanks, Frank. I appreciate you comment and your glowing face!
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Interesting how the earth is a cocoon. Waiting for the butterflies to rise!
Dwight
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Yes, if butterflies is a metaphor. Someone told me butterflies oly live a day…Thanks for the comment.
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I thought this particularly insightful and points to a condition of life we all live but do not acknowledge often. Thanks for the courage to say what you did. I agree the metaphor of the butterfly is a bit flimsy, in fact, a cliche.
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Bless you. (You look regal to me).
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Regal? My artwork? I’ll accept that. Humbly. And Thanks!
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Yes, the earth a cocoon, a purgatory itself, where we don’t even know the brilliance of colors yet.
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Sometimes the tones of grey have more depth than flashy distracting colours. I do like this musing on the wave-like repetitive pounding of thoughts, all silvery night time grey.
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Thank you, Jane. I almost put myself to sleep writing it!
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It’s the kind of thing would make me sit up and get writing 🙂
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Thanks, Jane. …Or wake up and get writing?
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Either 🙂
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I love the phrase “moonlight summons old spirits”. Also “accidental thoughts that drift by during timeouts”. You have a magical way with phrases, Nan. Bravo
FROM NAN” I’ve done something wrong and this is my “Reply”:
Now I wish I’d said “old souls.” I really appreciate the “Bravo!”, Beverly!
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I really liked the rhythm of this poem and the juxtaposition of moonlight, spirits and the cocoon is fabulous.
From Nan: I fear I have lost my “Reply” rectangle. Know that I appreciate your comment, Paul!
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You may get 2 replies. Better than none, I guess. I momentarily lost my Reply rectangle. Anyway, thanks once or twice.
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This is a stunning piece… and i feel a great appreciation for grey, the way you tie it to night and the importance of the dreams is great.
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Thanks so much, Bjorn! I appreciate it.
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Moonlight summons old spirits… it sure does. Here’s to moonshine. I liked your take on the prompt, the night time/ sleepy time ruminations on the day. Cool.
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Moonshine~! That’s good, Avery! Thanks!
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I love your haiku, it speaks of old magic exerting its power over a new journey of life.
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Precisely. Thanks, Gina. I’m following.
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thank you Nan, lovely to have you.
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I really like this, and I think you are right we almost relive the day in our sleep whatever joys or hardships we faced.
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I do appreciate the feedback, Alison!
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Oh you had my attention from the very start…”Night regurgitates day in images”. Powerful imagery. It makes me think about my mom who suffers from a sleep disorder. She describes it as a movie reel of the past that plays when all she wants to do is sleep.
A beautiful haibun and stunning haiku, Nan. Always a pleasure to read your work. Sorry for my delayed response.
~Mish~
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I’m so appreciative of your words! Thank you.
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