By twilight, when the clarity
Of day has died, replaced by doubt;
Before night’s stealthy absolute
Makes seeing-sight a rarity
And veils thick eyes in sleep,
Then I take short, tremulous steps
Along the winding Moonstone Path.
I leave behind all envy, wrath,
Pride and sloth, all well-folded maps
Of known terrain, to leap
In spirit if not in flesh along
The glimmer-riven stones that flash
Soft indigo with every wash
Of white-bright setting light. My song
Precedes me to that deep
And solemn place where poems bloom.
I tread more slowly, knowing here
The Moonstone Path grows narrow, clear
Of tanglements that elsewhere loom
But studded on its steep
Embankments with the crop I seek:
A villanelle, a triolet,
A sonnet, or free verse that may,
In spite of formlessness still speak,
Bouquets of beauties reap.
Author notes
Moonstone Path poet
A contest entry
- I'm a dreamwine poet -- who are you? by DancingRed.
300 points, ended September 5, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"night’s stealthy absolute" -- love this image of nighttime.
Not too keen on the rhyme myself -- puts unhealthy pauses in the middle of sentences, if you ask me. Still, it is better and not as imposing as other rhyme I've read.
"where poems bloom" -- beautifully poetic phrase.
Thanks for entering.
DancingRed.
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Boffo!
I hadn't commented in a while, Micol ... I hold you to a high standard. This piece really impresses with nonce words like glimmer-riven and a very tight rhyming scheme. I wonder about the lack of punctuation around the interjection in line 1 of the 3rd stanza. But I trivialize. This was wonderful to read. :-)
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Thank you. And thanks for the "wonder"--it seems that a pair of commas might break the line too much, retard the forward movement. But I'm not sure, now that you point it out. I'll have to think on it. Good to hear from you again.
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This poem has had a deep emotional effect on my psyche--it is the most awesome poem--perfect rhythm, perfect sentiment, perfect turn in the poem, the perfect verse! I don't think I have to tell you I love it! Good luck in the contest!
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