| Open Poetry #47 |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida
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i will not cry into the night, alone and bereft a dust-filled pocket of empty wishes. out there, past the sea waves pushing sand into my throat and heart is the bell voice, and midnight charm; and here are my feet, heavy as stone anchored in the mud and reeds. the moon is laughing, with a full, white belly laughing and holding my heart a silver charm on her collarbone. and now the stars are diamonds, splintered and twinkling; the wind licks at my cheeks and it is all one blur; a make-up sponge smeared across the sky a milky cataract. the moon is laughing, and there is no glory in this descent. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Loved this piece of melodrama. You gave the moon and her attendants, (stars) a nice setting and when the wind caressed your face I almost felt it sitting here. Enjoyed! ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Not unlike a roller coaster ride. Enjoyable. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Jerry - Thank you very much I'm glad you felt her, too.Larry - Indeed, thank you Sir |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I really liked this. I also like the moon laughing metaphor. I have used it in a different way. I will have to keep my eye out for you stuff! (: -Juju |
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Kethry D Member
since 2010-04-12
Posts 64Australia |
there is nothing more satisfying than reading about misery and moonlight, they have a way of enchanting. A poet must leave traces of his passing not proof. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Juju - I would love to read that, thank you for replying Kethry - Thank you There is just something about the two that go together, methinks. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very refined poetic rendering of loneliness. Margherita |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
An interesting read. A celestial encounter on a personally deep emotional level, ebbing from joy to sadness. I think Larry C said it best. roller coaster ride of emotion. Enjoyed your poetry. JL ![]() Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
quote: What a lovely, lovely image and phrase... it held a lot of meaning for me. Thank you! |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
The scenery you evoke helps to make this poem special |
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Just_little_Old_Me Junior Member
since 2011-11-24
Posts 40Roermond, The Netherlands |
Wow, reading your poem, paints such a vivid picture in my mind... enthralling! Like Night needs Day |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
quote: I sooo relate to that statement, Nicole. You paint exquisitely... your "blurs" a crystal clear depiction dreams lost and hope forfeited simultaneously. Someone once told me "there's always hope." I'm a believer. Good to see you posting again, hon. Michael |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Margherita Thank you, I'm still working on the refining part.JL Yes, indeed - it is definitely a roller coaster; you set out with your best intentions and end up a blubbering mess. Or at least, I do. ![]() Sunshine - Thank YOU, if anything I've written resonates with you, that is high praise. Emma - I am a snapshot writer... sometimes I wish I could expand on that, but thank you very muchJust -Thank you! I'm glad you saw it. Michael - Clever... yes, there is always hope. It's good to be back, it feels like coming home. |
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suthern![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
the moon is laughing, with a full, white belly laughing and holding my heart a silver charm on her collarbone. and now the stars are diamonds, splintered and twinkling; the wind licks at my cheeks and it is all one blur; a make-up sponge smeared across the sky a milky cataract. Even if I didn't feel the powerful emotion of your work, I'd read it for the vivid images you paint with your pen. The moon may laugh... I simply applaud. *S* |
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