moon over basel
sketch me a round moon
above grey sheen of city lights
draw long bridge over river
the night is a symphony
silvered blue, when you're with me
~0~0~
ivory & ink
shading the canvas star-strewn:
spirals, patterns, glass
the night is a mosaic
flaring between our bones
~0~0~
moon shading our eyes
river moulting its skin
wind slithering softly-
the sky night thrums, speaking
a language of its own
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Sketch it Out - Hosted by Mary
These are lovely, Grace. I especially like the first - 'the night is a symphony silvered blue' which really seems to breathe life into Claudia's sketch. And I like the idea, in the last, of the sky speaking its own language. And nice that a poet can share its language in poetry.
ReplyDelete(I almost chose this sketch...as I REALLY like it...but then decided on another approach. Smiles.)
Sounds very calmly...I esp. like 'the night is a mosaic
ReplyDeleteflaring between our bones' - so colorful image :)x
The moon shading our eyes, great line, really brought the sketch to life
ReplyDeleteI love the romance evident here...love in the moonlight.
ReplyDeletethe night is a mosaic flairing between our bones....may be my fav line of the day so far...that is just cool....i like you various perceptions on the moon...the htrumming of the night sky in its own language is great as well
ReplyDeleteI love how the images and passion combine
ReplyDeleteSo many great tanka.. the second one is especially intriguing.. a mosaic flaring between our bones..
ReplyDeletelove that last stanza especially the river molting its skin and the wind slithering softly.
ReplyDeletelove how the night and sky and river find their own language.... awesome images in this grace...loved the night being a mosaic a lot...
ReplyDeleteI have been to Basel so it is nice to see you have chosen this particular sketch and how you brought it to life.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and Serene, Grace - it was a point where both poetry and the sketch join hands - also for me it reminded me of our duet poetry....sounded like the same voice, which I heard after a long time...
ReplyDeleteThe Three Tankas; one for all, all for one; I get in line to applaud the lines /the night is a mosaic/flaring between our bones/. Also like the /river moulting its skin/ What a terrific response to the prompt.
ReplyDelete"the night is a symphony
ReplyDeletesilvered blue, when you're with me"
Soooo beautiful.
I'm a nightowl, so the sky night speaking a language of its own, I def agree... a lot of stellar lines: the night is a symphony, river moulting its skin, above grey sheen of city lights - if that painting could talk, this poem would be its 1st words... smiles
ReplyDeleteWOW! I imagine more than the river sheds outer skins in this sensual scene.
ReplyDeleteI love the images, Grace. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! You put me there, wanting this particular night never to end. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful... and I love the first.
ReplyDeleteWow - really hard to pick a favorite… the third I can "feel" and I applaud the "mosaic" line Well done.
ReplyDeleteThese are all lovely Grace but, the first one is my favorite. I looked at this one as well and almost wrote to it as I do adore a full moon.
ReplyDeletethe night is a symphony
silvered blue, when you're with me
gorgeous lines..
I have been there, and there is magic in the streets, just like you wrote.
ReplyDeleteI think I favor your second verse, Grace...such exquisite images you evoke. All tell the tale of the sketch most beautifully...
ReplyDeleteI like 'thrums', what a great word to describe the night. Excellent poem Grace. Hope your week goes well for you.
ReplyDeleteyou've perfectly translated Claudia's sketch...love nights like these...
ReplyDeleteNicely written.
ReplyDeleteEach one a slightly different take on the moon, on romance, on togetherness. Beautiful and dreamy.
ReplyDeletehow the moon looks will depend very much on your mood at that point of time !
ReplyDeleteSuch fantastic imagery, Grace. I really loved the last one. Powerful. As always, thank you for sharing. Have a fantastic week!
ReplyDelete"ivory and ink" you always get me with a line that I become fixated in
ReplyDeleteHow romantic, I missed that moon on my first look. Love your write and the picture you chose. You paint a great picture with your words.
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really like this. The first line of your second stanza...not sure exactly why...but I just loved it!
ReplyDeletemmm...it is easy to get lost in the evening moons you describe. ..."the night is a symphony"..."the night is a mosaic"..."the sky night thrums, speaking / a language of its own"...yes...quite easy to get lost in.
ReplyDeleteThis is so soothing Grace. I love the night sky, the moon. Being near a beautiful bridge by a river, well that would be heavenly. You write of it with such grace. That must be why that's your name. Take care. (I've been away. So glad I'm back to read something so lovely.)
ReplyDeleteGreat choice of Claudia's sketches....and you have superbly described the feeling of the setting... romantic and exciting. If I were to select my favorite lines it would read like this:
ReplyDeleteThe night is a symphony silvered blue
Ivory and ink sketching of the moon
long bridge over river on canvas strewn
The city thrums a language of its own
when you are with me all flares in my bones
Beautiful love poem evoking the romantic mood of the painting.
ReplyDeleteWhat an evocative piece. The tanka was a good choice here. I swooned over
ReplyDeletethe night is a mosaic
flaring between our bones
You're poem is so romantic. How lovely it would be to walk under the moonlight with someone you love. :-)
ReplyDeleteit's a perfect match for the sketch..:)
ReplyDelete"rive moulting its skin" is a fabulous line - I like all three ~
ReplyDeletebeautiful G
ReplyDelete"the night is a mosaic
ReplyDeleteflaring between our bones"
"the sky night thrums, speaking
a language of its own"
Umph! Felt those two lines so much.
Written with your signature romantic voice....lovely. I think my favorites are the first two.
ReplyDeletesensual imagery, your tanka poems are as delicious as the evening of possibility they describe.
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