Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3

Sweetest Moon


June 1 – a Saturday
We began in June.
Magnolias were in full bloom —
Knot was tied in light.


June 2 – a Sunday
In the bloom of love,
in the shade of wingéd Mark,
in Titian we’ll bask.



June 3 – a Monday
Days of sweetest moons
reflect our shy boldness —
And our two is one.



June 4 – a Tuesday
Sun is blushing bold.
Espresso’s spilled on terrace —
Aurora rushes.


June 5 – a Wednesday
Breathe the newborn air,
breathe as if you’re with me there,
looking out to sea.



June 6 – a Thursday
Look to sea and see
there’s promise in beginnings —
Ruddy cheeks of love.



June 7 – a Friday
Week is almost done.
Week is gaining on the sun —
Silent ticking sum.



June 8 – a Saturday
Bliss marched into dawn.
Poet rests on the shaded lawn —
Thus his glory fades.



June 9 – a Sunday
On our morning step
we bathe our ancient story in —
Chiesa d’Oro.



June 10 – a Monday
Canal water rests
and waxing light strikes old stones —
Feet meet older flags.



June 11 – Tuesday
The gondola rocks
Canaletto’s panoply calls —
Mark’s bells swallow us.



June 12 – a Wednesday
Our scented day sees
seas of Cleopatra’s barge —
Sounds of fluted strokes


June 13 – a Thursday
then my inner eye
sees her scent her purple sails
and my breath I catch!



June 14 – a Friday
Beauty catches us
in the quarter of our moon.
Our hands clasped. We’re spent.



June 15 – a Saturday
Ever sweetest moon.
T’was Nineteen in twenty-nine —
a sparrow on the rail.



June 16 – a Sunday
Waxing gibbous moon
lays her light upon our June —
Oh, her lasting boon.



June 17 – a Monday
Still I’ve kept her glow.
Spared not of sorrow or years —
and joy piled on joy.



June 18 – a Tuesday
Thunder woke our day.
The bed tempted us to stay —
Thunder in the hay.



June 19 – a Wednesday
Then Saint Mary t’was
by grace to heaven assumed —
By Titian beguiled.



June 20 – a Thursday
My Tiepolo swayed,
a simple graceful sashay —
Love, Rococo style.



June 21 – a Friday
Today you’ve come
to hear my years told to you —
my pains upon joys



June 22 – a Saturday
There is no night that
I have not thought on this month —
this ancient sweet moon.



June 23 – a Sunday
All our joys were mixed
in this our headiest days —
Hardships come on quick.


June 24 – a Monday
We almost lost him
in the summer of our youth —
A fevered sickness struck.


June 25 – a Tuesday
Kollwitz’ Death pounced.
Sallow eyes in sorrow stared.
I was ever done.



June 26 – a Wednesday
Beauty took a turn;
she’s veiled in darkest veil.
He is empty still.



June 27 – a Thursday
A cold sweat drenched him.
Venice beauty melts away —
I can only pray



June 28 – a Friday
I feared the worst.
I feared that our house would fall —
O, my Romeo.



June 29 – a Saturday
His heat died, not he.
There would be no you, no me —
No years in our years.



June 30 – a Sunday
I had him, he, me.
We had our sweetest moon —
You’re our Venice, fleshed.




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Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3
Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3
Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3
Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3
Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3
Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3
Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3
Japanese word haiku drawn using Procreate 4.3.3