"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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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I like the detail of the raven's call on the starless night! You have written a peaceful scene, Grace.
ReplyDeleteAh Grace, you have indeed painted a canvas here. My favorite line is "I don lilac robes..."
ReplyDeleteSuch a calm and beautiful poem.
Very evocative.
ReplyDelete"another night without stars"... so much pain in those words.
ReplyDeleteIt can be most frustrating if it refuses to connect. It happens!
ReplyDeleteGreat lines Grace!
Hank
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.
ReplyDeleteEverything there but nothing one can see, can be a bit eerie.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this. This is my favorite:
ReplyDeleteBut my memories are dull
Between vowels
lull of broken refrain
Such great images.
Sometimes it is comforting to be lulled by the sounds of the night. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe night without stars and call of the Raven evoke emotions of loss and pain.
ReplyDeleteTh loneliness of night and its beauty expressed marvelously.
ReplyDeleteHow sad to not have stars...
ReplyDelete"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...
ReplyDeleteWhat a way to describe the lack of inspiration. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of memories dull between vowels. Wonderful.
ReplyDelete..."a night without stars" says it all, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI am intrigued by "a whisper"...but I especially like "Between vowels
ReplyDeletelull of broken refrain"
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."
ReplyDeleteBeautifully drawn - lovely words pinned against a wonderful form that perfectly captures the lull of nighttime.
ReplyDeleteWords death...
ReplyDeleteSonG
goes...
Emotions
word music
back.. to liFe aGain..
iN dance aLL.. iS wHole..:)