A golden moon filled night in sepia shades
and clouds made a gauzy haze
bold brightness low in the sky
she followed among winter bare branches;
chilled darkness and snow moon
rising steady across wind blown trees
where passing clouds caress an ageless face
angled limbs frame her in starless night.
I stand among whitened trunks and shadows
in cold air and warm glows, for thoughts rise
to greet welcome flight, we cast our wishes
into night and they return as silent beams
to hold our eyes and make breath pass slowly.
Then time moves too fast, our hearts race
yet, we would have these moments last
to linger like winter air, and silver snow.
There is no pause, life insists to move on
and stars wait their turns impatiently;
this night will soon have a new face
and I will have my memories
when the moon looked for me
within frost and darkness,
and made my smile from her glow.
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You have a way of putting words together that makes them sound lush and beautiful. I especially like the phrase 'snow moon' it creates an image of cold, the moon as cold and therefore the night as cold, good work.
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Enrapturing my soul, you are...
Your imagery is beyond captivating. The words and the structure you have chosen here enthrall me and beckon me to read further, I find myself lured away into a magical wintry evening, the moon, the snow, the sense of a love so sublime is absolutely breathtaking! And your words, powerful yet soft and beautiful are indeed an intricate symphony woven together to enrapture my very soul!
Excellent work my dear, you are truly talented!
Much Love Joy
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The beginning stanza and the second to the last stanza really give that powerful impression and effect to me as a reader. I can feel the warmth in cold splendor as if seeing the moon in a mood that differs in ones' silence.
I say, this piece is brillian and a pleasure to read.
Thanks for sharing and keep on writing.
HENSLEY
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you know how to take advantage of poetic devices of all sorts
without letting them get the better of you
i so appreciate that
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As Autumn moves into her sleepy state, and as winter's cold breath takes hold! Inspiring poem indeed...
Lovely poem!
~Sie
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great job..its like I can feel the cold breeze that makes me shiver...brrr...
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Pkid, breatakingly beautiful!
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"this night will soon have a new face
and I will have my memories"
golden
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This poem transported me to a place of pure tranquility.
I absolutely loved the vitality in this poem. You took nature writing to new heights with some extraordinary imagery. I was completely enthralled in the images you created. To be surrounded within this scene would be heaven for me. Congratulations on your book, JUST BECAUSE.
Don
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Beautiful
oooh I love the images of the moon and snow. I felt I was looking on a scene.
"There is no pause, life insists to move on
and stars wait their turns impatiently;
this night will soon have a new face
and I will have my memories
when the moon looked for me
within frost and darkness,
and made my smile from her glow."
Those are beautiful lines at the ending. Although one part which might be awkward is the idea of the night having a new face. Perhaps it suggests the moon is changing? Overall I think this poem is really fantastic.
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hey this picture you paint with such beauty reminds me of Mari's moon pic... Its beautiful- your poem.. Enjoyed it
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ahh yes, that picture was the inspiration for this... the beauty of a winter's night captured so incredibly well; so it is gratifying...that you could see it... thank you so much... PK
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Oh how beautiful Such amazing imagery and that last stanza blew me out of the water!
I love this.Thank you for sharing.
Gaylene
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Really great images danced within my mind, I really enjoyed reading this!
~Kimberly~
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sepia... a brown... night?
i liked the poem very much
i thought that there was some very good imagrey used..
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Sepia to me is not brown but amber, gold...that was the image in my thoughts the clouds took on an amber tone...PK
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I have nothing to add,
accept I have not experienced the moon as you described -- there is 'contented' envy in my heart. Through your write, I have had opportunity to 'feel' its touch and make it mine. Your talent leaves me in awe. Frans
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I so love the moon in it's fullest and if there is a moon-bow around it it makes my heart feel warm
keep doing well
love the rev papa
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I remember a few striking moons that branded themselves into my mind. One, a couple of years ago appeared as it was sitting on the lawn, it was so huge and drooping it looked as if it has plummeted into the earth's atmosphere and dangled just above the ground...
another was not as long ago, the last full moon I wtinessed was a winter moon an a perfectly clear night. It wasn't as much the moon or its position that awed me most but the effects of the moonbeams on snow. The entire night looked more light twilight because of the snow reflecting the light of the moon.
You have a lovely poem here. Wishing on the moon I think, is very much like throwing coins up to the queen of coins. It appears as if she saves them, because, as far as is perceptible by the eye, gravity has no effect, our wishes go up and never come down.
I don't think there would be as uch romance in the night without the moon, it would be like a dark void without hope, dreams or a personality of its own.
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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To say that you are a polished poet would be an understatement... your words and imagery are inspirational...thank you for sharing your gift.
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Again I stand In awe, your words are just perfect, you write with a passion, and your Imagery Is outstanding
Being a night person, I can totally relate to this beautiful symphony
Two thumbs up n ticks all the boxes
I only wish I could give you more clappy thingies
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Amazing
I love the winter moon, there is nothing more beautiful. Interesting portrayal so totally original. Made me want to cry (I'm a freak like that). Loved this poem.
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I have seen the moon amazingly beautiful this Winter, and each time my eyes were fixed on her, just didn't feel like looking away. You have a special way to write the moon, it's like taking the most lovely photos without using a camera. Your words work as clicks, and your hands develop the images. Beautiful!
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If one wished to woo the winter moon and took in consideration all of her attributes, then they should look to you to put a plan into words. Her snow moon would be at your feet and in your hand, melting like soft butter. This is a love poem like no other, more aspiring than love between two people. How can she help but love you and search for you down here among the shadows, drawn to your youth and amazed that you find her face beautiful. I think I love you too. Absolutely beautiful!
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My, goodness, PK! This one is phenomenal. You do such an amazing job of capturing mood, for one, with your descriptions The night is vivid and real to us--both the movement and the stillness. You set the scene so well with the details of the sky, the trees, the speakers presence among it all, and thus perfectly prepare us to partake in his wishes, in his experience, in his smile.
I love the way you take some of the reality of loss and movement, which COULD bring disappointment, and take a much more positive perspective. "this night will soon have a new face
and I will have my memories"---what a beautiful expression of gratitude and of peace. Just inspiring!
I can't not pass without commenting upon that last line. It struck me so strongly that you said that the moon made "MY smile from her glow." Many might have written, "made ME" smile. I was amazed at the sense of CREATION that came from the use of the word MY instead of ME. It is as if she didn't bring out a smile that was there to be displayed at any sufficient stimulus, but that instead, she designed it... made it possible even for it to even exist. The sense strength of power of the glow is so much more intense and compelling with your particular phrasing. I just loved it!
In awe, PK, truly.
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stunning
when the moon looked for me
within frost and darkness,
and made my smile from her glow.
you had my full attention from the start, but the ending was delicious
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I like how the last verse can be seen in two different ways: the more obvious, physical way, and then in a way where someone brought life into another's life.
I'm glad I stopped to read this.
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I liked this, really simple, yet well written and sweet, great write!
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