A wedge of moon persists in a cobalt sky,
as light fractures itself, splaying its fingers
through the reluctant dark, soon to be gone
Black lace filaments on licorice black trees
dangle their dainty digits in a waning wind.
Hushed and shy is dawn as she adjusts her
flamenco skirts to brush the morning sky.
Not night now, but not quite full of day,
teetering, give - take until day at last wins.
And in that apogee that is not one or other,
does time stop and take a breath, pulling
itself back into its cycle, eager to go on?
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Written May 7th, 2006
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Beautiful picture and there was good imagery in this poem.
However, I felt I wouldn't quite understand it if the picture wasn't there.
Interesting read
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good job
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glittering magic
I love the flamenco skirts! And there is so much beautiful imagery here. I think you have a typo:
"Not night now, but not quiet full of day,"
quiet - quite
Not sure though...
"itself back into its cycle eager to go on?"
I feel like you need a comma befor the word 'eager' because toherwise it's like a run-on sentence.
enjoyed this immensely!
Miss Yorik
aka Melanie -
Thank you, honey. I never know what poetry will be liked - I write far to the left, so encouragement is precious. Bless your heart!!
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I so love this...beautiful imagery, especially love these lines:
"A wedge of moon persists in a cobalt sky,
as light fractures itself, splaying its fingers
through the reluctant dark, soon to be gone
Black lace filaments on licorice black trees
dangle their dainty digits in a waning wind.
Hushed and shy is dawn as she adjusts her
flamenco skirts to brush the morning sky."
Awesome write!
Nicole
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