Open Poetry #48 |
When Stars Are Shrill And Full Moon Burns |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
It is that awkward time of year again, hopeful sad just a tad ironic, too warm to feed a roaring hearth, too cool for perfect gin and tonic. I listened, to full Harvest Moon melting memories in first deep Autumn sky while I, in my old worn out kit lounged, waiting, left to die, or sleep, whichever came ‘round first, hoping for either before Full Moon thirst drove me mad with itch of blood's desire. ©2013 by icebox |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
IB~ We have opposite reactions to this season. But thank you for letting me feel it from your point of view. Great write! ~L |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Perfect in its melancholy and ... timeless passion! MargheritA |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
What a wonderful piece, Icebox. I loved the visuals you used to describe the feeling of limbo that Fall can often bring on. Very much enjoyed. Best wishes, /Kit |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I feel an overpowering sadness when I read this that only a very well written poem could bring forth, Mr. Ice. Ida |
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