Monday, November 22, 2010
Indian summer... Monday Potluck at Jingle Poetry
this morning around 2.00am
not long after you left -
I walked to that place in the garden
where the stars hang curiously low
kissing the blossoms that
brushed the top of my head
I stood in the grass
my feet bare
ankles damp with dew
thoughts wandering to and
fro across my memories -
for how long, I can't be sure
the breeze picked-up
brought me gently back
that’s when I saw our shadows
dancing in the moonlight
translucent
transformed
beset by unnamed emotions,
i wept
~~
For love and the wonder of writing. Happy Potluck everyone! Have a week of peace and joy, oh and...
Happy Thanksgiving for the 25th. :))
lots of love,
Eaton
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very very beautiful! how happiness can evoke tears is beyond me, but it does, doesn't it...
ReplyDeletenice and beautiful..
ReplyDeleteThats absolutely lovely. I espceically like the phrase about the stars hanging curiously low. Well done!
ReplyDeleteLove the image of shadows dancing and the last line.
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delightful poetry! :-) thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteshadows dancing in the moonlight, translucent and transformed,
ReplyDeletestunning imagery,
u wept with joy, discovery, and realization of magics in life and nature...
beautiful...
love your entry, thanks for sharing with potluck.
Happy Monday.
Tears can also be joyful, so to me this sounds like a moon-lit walk in the garden of dreams. Nice one, Eaton.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely exquisite. Your images are so good.
ReplyDeleteNow your header is gorgeous..and I can't believe how soft and lovely the this image is! Is it a pink shower?? Our finished blooming I guess over a month or so ago?
ReplyDeleteWonderful inspiring words!!
"where the stars hang curiously"..love those lines..
Have a fabulous Thanksgiving!!
oh how beautiful, your words and the photo too
ReplyDeletestars hang curiously low
kissing the blossoms that
brushed the top of my head
weeping tears of joy, perhaps
So happy that the tears come. Release I guess. A lovely poem with genuine emotion. Thank you. Fine selection for potluck.
ReplyDeletePoem on...
Lovely emotions are painted with your words... :)
ReplyDeleteClear, vivid descriptions. Can see it all!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! I love the scene it describes and the beautiful words used to describe it!
ReplyDeleteAwww! This just drew me right in and broke my heart.
ReplyDeleteA lovely yet sad write at the same time. Thanks for the great read.
ReplyDeleteHi, beautiful picture.. the colors are very pleasant.
ReplyDeleteSaludos..
You have nice pitures here.. I will keep coming by to see this wonderful space you have ..
ReplyDeleteI liked it so much... shadows dancing in the moonlight.. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Eaton Dear,
ReplyDeleteThis is how I look at it.. You think of the past time and cried..
A fine piece of poetry with all the ingredients of fantasy and then reality checking in, letting you release your captivated thoughts..
I know the feeling.. :)
Love xxx
Very evocative. I rate you highly, you know. In fact I voted for you as poet of September... and I only used about five of my 30 votes..
ReplyDeleteenjoy your writing
Warmest Salad
Luke @ WordSalad
Always beauty in your verse, Eaton, and somehow you manage to sidestep cliché with some ease. I really rate you.
ReplyDeleteWarmest Salad
Luke @ WordSalad