January 9, 2014 by ebbtide

evening fragment

Poetry
dusk, evening, kiss, love, moon, nature, night, peace, pine, poem, Poetry, sky, window
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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!

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bejamin4 January 9, 2014 at 9:56 am

Love the images.

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Paul F. Lenzi January 9, 2014 at 10:19 am

superb

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slpmartin January 9, 2014 at 10:55 am

Didn’t see it but your poem makes me sad that I didn’t.

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1. ebbtide January 9, 2014 at 4:20 pm
  
  there will be others, I am sure! I am counting on it 🙂
  
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John Stevens January 9, 2014 at 11:58 am

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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1. ebbtide January 9, 2014 at 4:19 pm
  
  thank you for noticing that! 🙂
  
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lscotthoughts January 10, 2014 at 9:50 pm

Stunning, Sarah!

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Mirada January 17, 2014 at 12:19 am

Beautifully striking description.

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