Monday, December 16, 2019

last quarter moon




maple trees are
white-coated as clouds

while strings of christmas
lights sway to chilly wind

windows are darkening
their frames

the room becomes soft
pixel-dusted by starlight

i lean in  
our eyes

catch the moon tide, 
glowing

& you turn, keening to your 
darkness



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrilled hosted by Lillian.  This is a 44 word post, with the given word, glow.  Join us for our last week of hosting before our 2 week holiday break.  Thanks for the visit.

20 comments:

  1. Big sigh at the end of reading this one. Just beautiful.

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  2. I do love the way you catch the glow of the moon... it would be wonderful to have such a silver visit in my room

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  3. A big sigh from me too! You’ve painted such a beautiful wintry scene, Grace, in the first three couplets, white, cold and darkening windows, then the whole thing comes to life, ‘pixel-dusted by starlight’, and the twist in the final line is stunning.

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  4. I'm wondering about the sadness at the end.

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    1. The winter season is not my favorite season - too cold and dark. Thanks for your comment.

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  5. It does seem sad at the end, but lovely, too, catching the moon tide. . .

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  6. I can see those lights swinging in the chilly wind. Sounds like you are in the middle of the deep freeze there, Grace.

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  7. I can feel the softening of a dark room when the starlight starts to filter in.

    the room becomes soft
    pixel-dusted by starlight

    Happy Holidays Grace!

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  8. Catching that glow yet staying in the dark can be good or bad, the ending could be either.

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  9. I like the description of the snow on the trees as being white coated as clouds.

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  10. Oh. Oh. this will surely make the moon shy!

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  11. Luv the moon glow but worry at the sad ending

    Happy you dropped by my blog today

    Much ✏love

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  12. If it is my darkness then it is also my normal and there will be no keening heard in the night.

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  13. catching the moon-tide--I like that thought

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  14. A perfect meditation during this time of waxing darkness north of the equator.

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  15. There is a tender sadness at the end of this Grace. Beautiful.

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  16. Beautiful and so atmospheric Grace, I especially love the imagery in 'maple trees are white-coated as clouds while strings of christmas lights sway to chilly wind'. Wishing you and your family a blessed Christmas and New Year xxx

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  17. “Pixel-dusted” is an ethereal phrase. Love the poem, and it’s surprise ending.

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