Thursday, January 9, 2020

snow moon




your kiss is a sonnet
wild juniper berries in tonic
from your heartbeat 
you give me garden of verses 
unrhymed poetry, earnest light

               moon tides, my lungs on fire, milk flowers turn red 




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22 comments:

  1. I love this SO much --- snow moon, sonnet kiss, juniper berries, lungs on fire, milk flowers --- GORGEOUS!!!

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  2. This is so wonderful, so much to love in the imagery, which I see filled with all the contrasts of fire and ice.

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  3. This is absolutely stunning, Grace!💝 I especially love the images; "my lungs on fire, milk flowers turn red." Happy New Year!

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  4. I adore your snow moon poem, Grace! Just wonderful!

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  5. Beautiful sounds and imagery Grace, I love the idea of
    'garden of verses
    unrhymed poetry, earnest light' xxx

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  6. This is quite lovely to read and I imagine the snow moon as a sonnet illuminating light.

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  7. I'm with Truedessa on this one. Quite lovely to read.

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  8. a magical adjective noun combo you have rendered here and these lines are so lovely
    "you give me garden of verses
    unrhymed poetry, earnest light"

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  9. I love the idea of Moon as Poet and Muse. (K)

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  10. Great combinations indeed. Moon tides strikes a cord.

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  11. I love your snow moon, Grace. Beautiful.

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  12. Those moon tides move a poetic heart!

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  13. This leaves a wonderful impression, Grace...natural beauty mingled with sensuousness. Steve

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  14. I really like the feelings you express in this poem!

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  15. I like the earnest light coming from the snow moon.

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  16. you give me garden of verses
    unrhymed poetry, earnest light

    This is in keeping with expectations of loads of poetry in the coming months and they may not have to be the rhyming kinds

    Hank

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  17. A gift of "unrhymed poetry, earnest light" from the snow moon. A lovely notion.

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  18. A pulsating refreshing take on a kiss.

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