It’s Haibun Monday again, and American Haikai Master Frank J Tassone asks us to join him at the dVerse Poets Pub and create/share a Haibun (prose/haiku combo) incorporating some Moon imagery…
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Almost There Moon
Can there be such a thing as a seven-eighths moon, a moon whose missing silver sliver, lost somewhere in The Milky Way, is thinner than the Dog Star’s bark, thinner than the atmosphere of Mars?
Can there be a nine-tenths moon, an un-full moon more full than this?
It’s hard to imagine such a thing; hard, this early in the morning, this late in the year, this far from wherever my vanished lover may be, which isn’t here.
last night’s fullest moon
still sings, bell-clear, this morning
—departure’s aria—
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dVerse Poets Pub
Haibun Monday
~ To The Moon ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
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OOOO—MOON HAIKU!
Exsquisite word-play in this delightful, lunar inquiry! Bravo!
This is so very beautiful, especially your haiku. Wow. 🙂
love it Ron … heard silver sliver somewhere else recently, oh my comment the morning, well used! Great use of words and forlorn loss in this one
Fabulous wordplay in this haibun, Ron! 🙂
I like how you describe those divisions and the space between.
How can you think of the Moon when you have just lost a lover. The world is really such a strange place!
Such a pleasure to ponder this question Ron… 🙂
I love the title addressing the moon and the fabulous wordplay in your haibun, Ron, especially the silver sliver ‘thinner than the Dog Star’s bark’! I also feel the longing in the final paragraph. And what a gorgeous haiku! Was the moon singing ‘Un bel di’?
A very powerful haiku and a very poetic piece of prose! I love ‘thinner than the Dog Star’s bark,’ – and the sadness of a vanished lover: exquisite!
‘thinner than the dog star’s bark’ what a wonderful image!
Fabulous write, Ron!
The longing of almost…we always need that last piece to be complete. (K)
Could there be a more creative haibun … doubtful.
Considering the bark could be directed at the moon, “thinner than the Dog Star’s bark” is just right.
Coming a bit late, it’s kudos for you with this excellent haibun; dappled with wordsmanship and wonder, soaked in sadness.
That “almost there” quality to life as it goes on is so hard to take: beautifully spoken here, “this early”, “this late.”
This is just wonderful… your speculation of the sliver missing from the moon is so excellent, and well expressed.