January 9, 2014 by ebbtide evening fragment Poetry dusk, evening, kiss, love, moon, nature, night, peace, pine, poem, Poetry, sky, window 8 Comments I am transfixed by the kiss of sickle moon to black pine against infinite ink of sky © Sarah Whiteley Anyone else catch that large and glorious crescent moon in the sky a few nights ago? So beautiful! Advertisements Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
This is very striking. (I like the vowels in it – there’s a short ‘i’ sound in almost every line, and a couple of longer ‘i’s just to stretch out a bit of contrast) LikeLike Reply
Love the images.
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superb
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Didn’t see it but your poem makes me sad that I didn’t.
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there will be others, I am sure! I am counting on it 🙂
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This is very striking. (I like the vowels in it – there’s a short ‘i’ sound in almost every line, and a couple of longer ‘i’s just to stretch out a bit of contrast)
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thank you for noticing that! 🙂
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Stunning, Sarah!
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Beautifully striking description.
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