I wander darker hours to places far away,
where black and white fold mystique
grown in softer shades of gray.
I drift above stones skipped over quiet pond,
pour the ripples of my heart into space beyond
where I am of purer soul, delineated light ~
I, vagrant, melt away in syncopated flight,
a lunar moth drawn to kiss flowers of the moon,
white-sorrow echo in the night, a solitary loon.
Please tell me what you think
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white sorrow echo in the night a solitary loon. Isn't their sound awesome? Love your poem.
Hugs, jake
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Loons have an incredibly haunting sound which seem to echo forever.
~Karen
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...and yet another beautifully penned rhyme,
I must say, you do really well
doent sound forced at all, great work
Ken
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Ken, I'm sorry I missed this coment. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I appreciate it very much! ~ Karen
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ah, Karen, you've kept on growing... This is a lovely poem, and the skipped stone syncopated flight of words works wonderously well. You provide a glimpse of those tender places beneath the moth wing.
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And you taught me about lunar moth wings, remember? Fragile, beautiful, exquisite wings. Thank you for taking time to read. It makes me smile happily that you see progress in my writing.
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Exquisite imagery
Every line of each tercet is as a poem to itself, a ripple on the moment so peaceful and serene, I feel calm long after reading. I love every line, but this one: "a lunar moth drawn to kiss flowers of the moon" truly causes me sigh and breathe its beauty, Wonderful work!
Let the ink flow!
many blessings, Sandi
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thank you for the lovely comment, Sandi. How good it is to breathe deeply and peacefully for a few moments without demand or judgment. A friend sent me a picture of a lunar moth once. They seem to gather luminescence in their wings and are quite beautiful, although often fatefully drawn to light, as if blinded by it. ~ Karen
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The gentle fact of loss of self merges with nature by night for a beautiful scene of shifting shadows. But there is no loss, for one has become all.
Your poem is strikingly lovely and original.
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This has a beautifully ethereal quality to it, Karen, tinged with a yearning sadness. It is also delightfully rhymed, softly and sensitively.
Bill
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Full of creative lines. memerable lines really. I will definatly be looking into you other works. My favorite line "where black and white fold mystique
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Thank you for dropping in on my page! And I'm glad you approved. I will be by to read your poems, too. I couldn't help smiling at your username Jonbug. There is a Joel in my family, whom we have called 'bug' since he was small.
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Gorgeous, Poignant
Oh, wow, SisKaren, this is absolutely gorgeous; the imagery simply took me way with you, the beauty leaving me breathless. Yet, there is a note of sadness, even loneliness to it. I suspect I know exactly what you were feeling in the moment; been there, done that.
As usual, your poetry never disappoints; for it always reflects the great talent you possess. Miss you!
Much luv & hugs, SisBon 
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Thanks, Love. I miss you, too.
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This one is so very beautiful and the rhyme adds a wonderful light and lyrical feel to it... Loved how this poem is both darkness and light, heavy and airy. Sometimes we need to find release this way and write ourselves toward the light...and just let it drift. I felt this one too, my friend.
~ Nicolette
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Nicci, writing is a wonderful catharthis, sometimes, especially when nothing seems to come together except deep waters, and there is a need to breathe in peace. . . you can always throw away what you don't like!
Karen
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As always dear lady, this rhymes with lilt and softness and I can hear that loon calling. C
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Thank you, Chez. Adrift this evening.... ~ Karen
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