The day slips over the mountains
and the night slithers into the sky
calling all the stars
to curl against her back.
The night whispers sweetly,
sings love songs to the moon
and coaxes it into her arms.
She caresses its silver warmth
and watches the dark land;
below the coyotes howl,
fireflies flicker towards the sky
longingly
but only she holds her moon.
A contest entry
- It's Impossible by magdelene.
1000 points, ended January 9, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
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This is simple, and truly heartwarming. I am in love with this poem, its like big blue eyes or a Sunday ice cream.
Its like a vanilla coated storybook. Its like...so many things I could say about this. Like just the simplicity just imprints all these words and ideas into my head because since it is so plain it leaves all this interpretation room and everything like I feel its so left up to me.
Every word is chosen with such softness, its all like lightly placed in a Zen garden then snowed on. So these ideas lay under the cold. Gaa I just adore this!!
Just so many words are gentle. slips, slithers, sky, stars, curl, whisper, sweetly, moon, sings, love songs, like I could go on and on! Just the little mood you have created here is special and soft and I love you for it, thank you for writing this it is gorrrrgeous!
<3<3<3<3XOx
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Thank you for such a nice comment and thank you for reading it with so much thoughtfulness.
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this makes me want to cuddle with someone.
but i'm home alone
so i'm docking you two stars!
no, i kid, it's sweet, but not sickly sweet.
yum.
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LOL. Well, there's always the senile cat. :-P
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Hey there welcome to Ap I read this poem out loud and it was lovely truly love you have good voice rhythms
Hope you enjoy yourself here I like this poem
Well done
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Thanks for the welcome and for comment! So far I'm having a lot of fun here.
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This is so seductive and passioniate.
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Thank you
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