we walked on the moonlight
crossing cold shadows of darkness
crickets chilling our simple lives
with a thin coat of october
blades of grass cut
against wandering stones
of black silenced sunlight
our feet above clouds of crazy
embracing the pale mouth of winter
i drift into the flame of you
and fly with hawks and crows
just below the stairway to midnight
Author notes
inspired by several of Patsy Cline's classics
A contest entry
- CONTEST: A Washboard & Yellow Roses by Depth.
1400 points, ended August 17, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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it says a lot when it makes me want to sing.. "I stopped to see a whipping willow, crying on it's pillow"
I loved it. But then not many of yours I've read that I didn't love or like. lol
hope you are well..
Cat
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wow! I loved the shades of this... and Patsy Cline... even better!
It's been far too long since I've seen one of your poems!!! Congrats on your silver. -
Nicely Done!
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I love Patsy Cline, I love the song,
and I really really love this piece...
"just below the stairway to midnight"
what a perfect ending to this beauty
Lynda
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That is gorgeous!!! And inspired by one of my all time favorite songs too!!! Does it get any better than that? Naw!
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Outstanding
This is expert, choice poetry. Thanks for entering.
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