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Post by b4sunset on Apr 7, 2011 15:42:07 GMT -5
and to sneak outside, into the soft fragrance of the night when all sea and earth creatures are asleep, save for other night birds like me…
and to tiptoe on naked earth, in the dancing, dappled sashays of ink, porcelain and chrome strewn across the grass, by lights glossing through the air- blown crowns of the trees
i love the smell of the moon... tangerine, compared to the metal taste of the blistering noontime temperature. and to inhale the embroidery of evening, to me, is to be filled with soothing solace.
as one can see ...sneaking outside, in the din of hours, to speak with her, my moon--- round or sliced and concave--- has been a passage and ritual of mine since i was a girl - child. and to chase this orb and know if she is waxing or waning with my thirsty eyes, i cling to her symphonies and silence it is so, till i snuff out from this earthscape
if you see a butterfly maiden, strolling the lines of a porch or street in slit hours sometime before twilight... it is simply me, once more, inhaling my moon tasting this delicacy... this luna of beauty i need as my daily passion and balm; lest i die --- n--
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Post by rrw on Apr 7, 2011 16:51:02 GMT -5
i love the smell of the moon... tangerine, compared to the metal taste of the blistering noontime temperature. there is something captivating about the moon. Can be so many things: Lover, friend, enemy, demon. We all feel the moon in some way or other.
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Post by Bob on Apr 7, 2011 16:53:36 GMT -5
wonderful poem Nenette, it is so good you today!
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Apr 7, 2011 17:27:03 GMT -5
wow Nenette...another amazing write from your golden pen!
it was a great pleasure you this evening!
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Post by Charles on Apr 7, 2011 22:09:18 GMT -5
WOW excellent poetry b4!
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Apr 7, 2011 23:03:16 GMT -5
excellent poem Nenette, enjoy your award!
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Post by Bob on Apr 7, 2011 23:25:00 GMT -5
CONGRATS on the POTW!!!
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