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Moon Call |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA
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No longer can it be postponed, sweet ache of quiet serenity, the siren call to the surf side view. Aquamarine waves slowly recede; the revelation of sand flats, fingerprinted whorls and ridges with random strands of seaweed broken shells and stones. A starfish fallen from the dark teal sky forlornly resides among the seagulls’ footprinted hieroglyphics. Darkness enfolds the night; as desire stands on the threshold of an epiphany with a need to walk the white-crested path, to touch the luminous moonstone. IHOPoets, bringing poetic scribes together-- |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
wordancer, this is so beautiful!! You have painted so many different word pictures and they are all great. I loved it from beginning to end. ME |
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Joyce Johnson![]()
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
You give a vivid description of how the sea affects your emotions. Very elegant dance with words. Joyce |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Excellent, Wordancer. Makes me long for a real walk on the moonlit beach. But the poem is experience enough for now. I loved it as usual. ![]() coyote "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." - T.S. Eliot [This message has been edited by coyote (05-15-2002 08:28 PM).] |
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Trillium![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
So descriptive and brings the beach and ocean right into my room. Betty Lou Hebert |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
good to see you back on track..Lovely images to ponder here. the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Glorious descriptive poetic write! The beach my favorite and you brought it all alive...You are truly a gifted poet, my friend.. A friend hears the song in my heart, and sings it to me when my memory fails. |
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