the watcher

Clouds obscure the sky and the Winter moon is only noticeable because of the chill in my heart. It is hard to describe. Hard as the lack of feeling in the cold moon. Hard as the ice that falls at night and freezes the world.

Imagine an echo in a room so vast that you never hear it. A ghost of a ghost of a sound. So far away yet keening the heart. It is un-graspable both in reality and in words. A haunting of the soul that bites slow and hard.

Winter moon hangs cold

Dropped pebble leaves no ripple

no sound in the void

 

dVerse Haibun monday. Victoria prompts us

 

For our Haibun prompt today, I have chosen the Japanese Kigo, Fuyu No Tsuki—winter moon. There is a distinct quality to the effect of the moon when she casts her light in the winter sky. Here in the Northern Hemisphere, for those of us who live in climates where snow prevails (maybe too much in some areas as I write this) she paints the white landscape a beautiful blue and she creates such an amazing backdrop for bare branches in silhouette. For those of you in the Southern Hemisphere, I hope you, too, will describe your experience of the winter moon for us.

Here is a short quote about Fuyu No Tsuki from a Japanese perspective: Fuyu No Tsuki has a pale tint that indicates a kind of coldness deep within—solemn and clear, a frame of mind.

36 thoughts on “the watcher

  1. kanzensakura says:

    Nope. Roth aint you and you aint Roth. It sounds as if you were indeed caring for someone with deep depression. the image of no sound in the void….wow. that sums up depression so very well.

  2. E says:

    DJ Scribbles! Happy New Year. Love this: Hard as the lack of feeling in the cold moon. Hard as the ice that falls at night and freezes the world.-

  3. maria says:

    Oh my, these words went straight to my heart…

    Imagine an echo in a room so vast that you never hear it. A ghost of a ghost of a sound. So far away yet keening the heart. It is un-graspable both in reality and in words. A haunting of the soul that bites slow and hard.

  4. kim881 says:

    I had to stop reading last night so I’ve come back this morning and everyone else has beaten me to it, Paul. I’m feeling that chill this morning – it’s the one year anniversary of Mum’s death, and you’ve captured my mood in the echo in the room, the ‘haunting of the soul that bites slow and hard’. I love the haiku.

  5. Rommy says:

    The starkness of this piece makes a strong impression. It has the feel of the coldest part of sadness, when all that’s left is quiet and numbness.

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