Monday, February 8, 2016

The lull of the night



Moon hides above yew trees
While clouds drift aimlessly

I don lilac robes & hear 
above ticking clock

A whisper  
Then, call from raven

But my memories are dull
Between vowels
lull of broken refrain

No word appears on my tongue
Another night without stars



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by Bjorn Brudberg ~   A poem in exactly 44 words.


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20 comments:

  1. I like the detail of the raven's call on the starless night! You have written a peaceful scene, Grace.

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  2. Ah Grace, you have indeed painted a canvas here. My favorite line is "I don lilac robes..."
    Such a calm and beautiful poem.

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  3. "another night without stars"... so much pain in those words.

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  4. It can be most frustrating if it refuses to connect. It happens!
    Great lines Grace!

    Hank

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  5. Yes, tis calm, yet furtive, things bumping, ticking, squawking & flapping in the black bosom of the witching hour. A strong, tender tale, jam-packed into a fine Q44.

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  6. Everything there but nothing one can see, can be a bit eerie.

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  7. Oh, I love this. This is my favorite:

    But my memories are dull
    Between vowels
    lull of broken refrain

    Such great images.

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  8. Sometimes it is comforting to be lulled by the sounds of the night. Beautiful!

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  9. The night without stars and call of the Raven evoke emotions of loss and pain.

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  10. Th loneliness of night and its beauty expressed marvelously.

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  11. "No word appears on my tongue / Another night without stars"..the lines remind me of those painful uninspired blank moments when nothing shines....beautifully penned...

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  12. What a way to describe the lack of inspiration. Bravo!

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  13. Love the idea of memories dull between vowels. Wonderful.

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  14. ..."a night without stars" says it all, Grace!

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  15. I am intrigued by "a whisper"...but I especially like "Between vowels
    lull of broken refrain"

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  16. Wow, Grace, this tiny poems packs much emotion and imagery. I love these lines: "But my memories are dull/Between vowels/lull of broken refrain/No word appears on my tongue/Another night without stars."

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  17. Beautifully drawn - lovely words pinned against a wonderful form that perfectly captures the lull of nighttime.

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  18. Words death...
    SonG
    goes...
    Emotions
    word music
    back.. to liFe aGain..
    iN dance aLL.. iS wHole..:)

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