Open Poetry #47 |
Alone |
Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
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
Administrator
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 much Just -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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