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waxing moon to fullness

in mythos she runs
through hourglass hallways,
sifting through memory's sand.

beauty cloaks a secret heart
as shadows shun the light.

grace becomes,
air inhales,
moonlight  brings;

her spirit owns the night.

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  • Danny Beatty gold member
    November 17

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    again, as in the last poem of yours I read, there is the twining of the spirit of the heart with outer elements ... you do this complex task with flair and tenderness .. the first line introduces the reader who may not even know what 'in mythos' means, to a beautiful being or spirit in the many valleys of time, as though time were a myth or a truncation of life (time as illusion) of which I find a very fertile place to write from and to read from ... this beauty has a secret heart and no need of light, in fact, like nightshade, the most beautiful and mysterious of all plants, this beauty whirrs with life inside its own individuality ... and so the outer life the physical world, especially where the sun reveals the outer surface of thing, becomes graceful ... the final line is pure loveliness

    you are really a hell of a poet, ya know?


  • mgmc gold member
    October 22

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    Again I love the feeling of the last line and the second stanza strikes a chord (the mixing of beauty and shadows....kept secret). Its a poem I wouldn't try to understand in a literal sense but just go with the feelings evoked.


  • jantastic gold member
    October 21
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    beautiful


  • cybilseyes silver member
    October 20
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    It is very dreamlike.. I liked it a lot.. your work never ceases to amaze!
    Cyb


  • pixiestix gold member
    October 20
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    Excellent write here, Sir Stone.

  • Eusebius
    October 20

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    ah, what to say, sparse words, heavy imagery here, (I cannot hear the word "mythos" without thinking of the famed Cthulhu Mythos) and who can say? this is a fine, yet a most mysterious piece of poetry.... I like it a ton!


  • Lady RocknRoll
    October 20
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    This is pretty good. A lovely read that inspires quite a bit of imagination. Good work!


  • Marc Truant
    October 20

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    Makes me think. I see the night and snow and clouds and...a lot of imagery. With this weird piano music I'm listening to at the moment, it's kind of adding to the ambiance. Safe to say, I like your poem. It's simple, but gets a lot of imagery into your head. What inspired you to write this? It's really beautiful.

  • cstehr13
    October 20

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    Sounds as if there is something to hide. As if that person has to put on a different face, As if that person feels that they can not let anyone see what is inside. I like it very much, it brings out deep thought in me. THANK YOU!

  • Aries gold member
    October 20
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    Wonderful so lovely to read
    i love 'beauty cloaks a secret heart'
    I just love the poem


  • Cannonsfire
    October 19
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    This is a soft touch from your abstract pen, yet defines so much of what is inherently you too C


  • hisaddiction
    October 19
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    really pretty baby.


  • Draig aine gold member
    October 19
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    stunning

    oh you make a mother proud, what power in your words,though I had up the font for these old eyes to read


  • completely mad
    October 19
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    Ah, beautiful...your words always seem to float off the screen...


  • still.she.waits
    October 19

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    damn.
    even on a break you're words don't falter.
    gorgeous.
    she'll love it Texas


  • Night Hope gold member
    October 19

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    It's so good to see you posting again, Scribe. I know I'm not the only one who has missed reading your words, Sweetie.

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