As the wind blows
melodies fall in those rhythms
syncopated...
a bit...
at a time...
Where the sounds arrive
in circles
disguised in the clouds
uninvited,
Touching those glimpses
seen only
in the sky,
Dreaming in the first...
syllables of the night,
Mid-time rising forever
within the star,
Pillowed by the shining of a moon
appearing like a smile
interconnected
within a blink of an eye
honest in the soul of a heart.
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Nice!! I loved it!!! I love the moon too. I enjoyed reading this poem. I really did. Good detail and flow.
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Beautiful!
The slightest wind brushes my cheek in rememkbrance of a kiss that once graced that very same area on my face. This poem excites the spirit and leaves me yearning for the night.
"Pillowed by the shining of a moon
appearing like a smile
interconnected
within a blink of an eye
honest in the soul of a heart."
bsolutely beautiful! Sigh!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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two times each day, away from the rushing flow of everything we dodge daily, there is a chance to connect with clarity to the true gains of the day.
you make me think the sunrise over the atlantic, and its setting in the forest over the hills. sometimes the intrusive clouds are welcome.
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This whole piece was amazingly beautiful.
The layout/construction worked with your word choice..and the whole thing had a gentle air of tranquillity about it
This is excellent writing Bill
Bravo
'D'
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Some lovely phrases wrap around this introspective verse. I loved the imagery in "Dreaming in the first syllable of the night, mid time, rising forever within the star pillowed by the shining of the moon...
A tender poem, as the wind blows...
Thank you for sharing. ~Pamela
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