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Blue Moon

I saw it when I left:

the patio was slippery
and wet
the shrubs untidy
overgrown;
the flight
of stairs clattered
my cold
and quick footsteps;
clattered the darkness
of the night;
clattered my freezing
pulse
trembling in the Hand
clasping
my tortured breast

where is the light?
what happened to the midnight
strolls
the whispers in nocturnal
bliss
the safe togetherness
the dreamless
rest?

why this tormenting
final stray ...
this shiverings
of sleepless
mist?

this moon away
of our moonlit bay?

myra

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Written March 15th, 2002

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  • Danna Hobart
    October 17, 2008
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    What gorgeous imagery. Thank you for entering.

  • Hoppalong
    October 4, 2008

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    Oh snagglepuss...tsk-tsk

    how lovely and tender this is despite all the reference to cold and loss...

    how warm those around you must be

  • snagglepuss
    March 17, 2002
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    sounds like the unexpected meeting of a loss, something missing and a cold thing left in its place, this leaves a haunting lonely feel :)


  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    Thanks for reading, chasing ...


  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    oh lizard... that is an understatement ...


  • gecko
    March 15, 2002
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    to howl upon that second moon
    with the unrest that leaves you weary
    a bit like the aniversery that you never wanted
    that once a year oocurence of moon in blue

    tis beautiful Myra


  • March 15, 2002
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    very good sad words.

  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    Thank you Tina ... sometimes I tend to think it is only I that can feel my own pain; then I am surprised at all the empathy.

  • TinasHeart
    March 15, 2002
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    Awwh this is so sad, but a great write! You did great on this. :)
    Tina


  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    Thank you for reading, Mike ...


  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    Reality it is, my friend Mike ...

  • Michael Dennis Rivers
    March 15, 2002
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    Myra, to me, this reads very sad. You painted a very clear setting that portended what would happen and filled it with reality.


  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    Thanks, dearest Monk ...


  • haikumonk gold member
    March 15, 2002
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    ooooooooooooohhhhh......... smooth, nice write. Wonderful control of feeling. Nice. Monk


  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    Thanks bonnie ... I shall visit your poems NOW!


  • bonnie blue
    March 15, 2002
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    wow...full of aching sorrow.....i love the repetition of the word 'clattered'....everything about this piece is goooooood....


  • myrataal silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    Thank you, Birchwood, Tina ... a piece of permanent hurt.


  • Ava Noire silver member
    March 15, 2002
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    wow, this is beautiful & deep...


  • March 15, 2002
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    sorry .. meant to rate it ...


  • March 15, 2002
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    ohhh, Myra ...

    That is gorgeous

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