Adolescence is also an interstitial season. I have a 12 yr old son. Gotta keep your eyes on him because he's changing so fast. Is and is becoming. An entity in flux.
A few years ago I also added attention to the cycles of the moon more deeply
Today we have a new moon in the sky
The moon is a good phase for planting seeds with your hands steady, your feet calm on the ground, and as my sweet grandmother used to say, "put a little piece of the meat from your heart in there."
We are never alone
Sometimes we need many moon cycles for the seeds to germinate abundantly.
With each new moon reaffirming the desires, the seeds, planting what will be good food for us
When we pay attention to the cycles, they start to make more sense
It's good that at this point in life we can look at them
(Inspired by recent and historical political events in the Philippines. It does rain in February. Usually colder as well for the tropical standard. My best jab at the prompt, hope it isn’t cringeworthy, lol.)
"The most interesting poetry to read and write is the kind that embraces the difficult and uncertain parts of living in a world where we cannot see what’s going to happen next.".
Writing about the Interstitial
As someone from South Louisiana, where summer is basically 10-11 months out of the year, i long for interstitial seasons!
Adolescence is also an interstitial season. I have a 12 yr old son. Gotta keep your eyes on him because he's changing so fast. Is and is becoming. An entity in flux.
A few years ago I also added attention to the cycles of the moon more deeply
Today we have a new moon in the sky
The moon is a good phase for planting seeds with your hands steady, your feet calm on the ground, and as my sweet grandmother used to say, "put a little piece of the meat from your heart in there."
We are never alone
Sometimes we need many moon cycles for the seeds to germinate abundantly.
With each new moon reaffirming the desires, the seeds, planting what will be good food for us
When we pay attention to the cycles, they start to make more sense
It's good that at this point in life we can look at them
Twenty-seven years
Ruler with an iron fist
Ruled as he saw fit
Sixty-five degrees
Cold for the Philippines
Under nose, a fire
Day of reckoning
February revolution
1986
1986
EDSA Revolution
Victory for truth
1986
Glory on a month of rain
Freedom in the air
Long-time rain-shackles
Democracy thereafter
Two scores hence, a backsliding
2022
The Philippines ran backwards
1986
It’s “winter” again
Dictator’s son as ruler
Amnesia, his goal
Smell the petrichor
A rainy September day
History books changed
Slogans to unfreeze
Our petrified history
Back in streets, we rage
(Inspired by recent and historical political events in the Philippines. It does rain in February. Usually colder as well for the tropical standard. My best jab at the prompt, hope it isn’t cringeworthy, lol.)
Should’ve been “ran back to” not “ran backwards”
I do enjoy your artwork and haikus. At nearly 65, I am in an interstitial season- Not quite winter, fall not over.
"The most interesting poetry to read and write is the kind that embraces the difficult and uncertain parts of living in a world where we cannot see what’s going to happen next.".
Love this. So true for me. So true in all.
Thank you
please exit the door
of the interstitial bus.
we are not quite there.
I am with you Jason, almost! What a great word post!
"Interstitial" is
my first, last, and middle name;
cf. "in transit."
Desert summer heat
Wishing for Autumn to fall
But it’s a dry heat