The Moment
Above a two a.m. patio
the moon hung low
and treetops brushed her skirt hem
like a lap cat.
Shadows played between garden blooms
and worries seeped through my seams.
Unraveled, they slipped away -
silent ribbons braided
in the mockingbird's song.
Lilies glowed, backlit by moonlight
and for the moment, so did I.
Poetry
What a vision, E. :o)
ReplyDeletevision? you fantasizing about me again Erin?
ReplyDeletehaha sorry :P
Glad you like this one - it was entirely too much work getting it converted into a poem from that entry a few days ago lol.
You're off today huh? Good I can look forward to a new blog entry from you!
Hello, Erin. Do you ever sleep? : ) I liked this poem, puts the reader out there in the moonlight with you.
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a silent ribbon braided
^^^
silent ribbons braided
E, I always have fantasi...uh...visions of you - you know that! :-P
ReplyDeleteI do have today off but have a bazillion things to do. Perhaps I will have time to blog after I put the groceries away, clean the condo and do the laundry. Ick. And as you asked in your email, no, I do not know the meaning of the word relax. Please enlighten me!
Millard~
ReplyDeleteI sleep every once in a while. Not often (or long) enough... Good catch on the ribbon/ribbons thing, consider it fixed.
Erin~
I think it means only doing like 30 of the 40 things that need doing on your day off... right?
Isn't it funny how sometimes our most poetic observations give us the hardest time taking shape? Good job here... not that you need my approval. :)
ReplyDeleteI think it came out well, E. I think you've got some wonderful words buried inside right now. You may have to dig a bit to get them out, but I think you'll be very pleased with the results.
ReplyDeleteI think it's horrible lol - what kind of final line is that!?
ReplyDeletes/be that moment...otherwise I don't find fault in it.
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