Thursday, December 1, 2016

Half moon in November

                                                         Grace@Everyday Amazing



my bony fingers
searched for your shoulder of green
under the half-sliced moon
but instead I tasted bittersweet
tang of the first snow flurries
pared by November's howling wind-



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30 comments:

  1. The way you describe this time of the year makes me colder... especially using the word shoulder made me think of an aging person.

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  2. "under the half-sliced moon"
    Simple, yet cleaver line... :)

    Delightful poem
    1ManView

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  3. That's gorgeous, Grace:
    'but instead I tasted bittersweet
    tang of the first snow flurries
    pared by November's howling wind-'

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  4. Passion and poetically gorgeous writing Grace.

    It left me feeling cold over my shoulder as I was reading this. You're very descriptive on the idea of the moon itself. Beautifully. :)

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  5. indeed, a cold feeling piece...especially with that "bony finger"

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  6. I love the voice you give this and 'half-sliced moon' is beautiful and simple. Your photograph is very atmospheric too, I like it a lot :o)

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  7. Never want to feel that cold and blah to the snow.

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  8. I got shivers reading this, more than I already had from today's weather. The photo is so perfect with it's bony fingers.

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  9. This speaks so much--its mood and voice and imagery--beautifully done Grace

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  10. Lovely description of winter's arrival.

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  11. You did an amazing job capturing our mood and taking it away

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  12. Cold wonderful words of that that is to come. I hope it doesn't, so scared I am of walking on snow.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  13. half sliced moon... wow love that!

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  14. Gayle Walters RoseDecember 1, 2016 at 8:05 PM

    I take this to mean that winter has now embraced your part of the world, Grace. Your poem made even me shiver down here in balmy Florida.

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  15. you create the feel of a chilly night with a very interesting underlying feel..of an apple. a poem to savour.

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  16. My goodness, this has such a chilling effect! Powerfully penned, Grace ❤️

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  17. The echo of being pared down..like bones..or a sliver of moon is very captivating..

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  18. You gave a precise description of this chill in so few words. That takes skill.The implications of "pared" are powerful.

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  19. gave me the shivers, Grace. So beautiful in its imagery, but burrrrrr.
    Jane

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  20. I came back for seconds. This is so haunting, Grace. One of my favorites of yours. Beautiful! eerie, too.

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  21. You perfectly described the season, the beginning and slow creep of Winter, and how it often transcends into us as beings and invades our hopes and dreams this time of the year.

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  22. Beautiful imagery. Love the bony fingers, although it makes mine ache with arthritis anymore.

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  23. A very ouchy poem, said as I wince in sympathy.

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  24. bittersweet tang of the first snow flurries
    pared by November's howling wind-

    It had to happen to usher in the cold months

    Hank

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  25. Lovely words to accompany a gorgeous image.

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  26. An astronaut described the moon's surface as "magnificent desolation." This is also an apt description of your poem. It chilled me and made the cool air feel colder with a twinge of lonliness.

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  27. Here again - indelible phrases - "tasted bittersweet
    tang of the first snow flurries" ... exquisite.

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