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Still Night ( a 55 word poem)

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The grey noise ebbs suddenly away,
Leaves me in a quaint reverie—
Sporadic thoughts, assuaging ruminations hold sway—
Distant companions to every

Swift, slow or wild mood of mine. The madrone
Hills fade surreptitiously in the eerie sunset—
I get up. Moonlight. I am on my own;
Quietly I vanish into the glowing shadow belt.

Comments

Nicole Braganza said…
The entire imagery of the poem is beautiful but as a whole it does not communicate much to me, or perhaps there is something in it that I fail to see.
1:44 PM
. : A : . said…
Good one. I like the rhythm to this.

Thanks for taking it up. Have put up a link at my blog. Do you want to add the technorati tag?

55 word poem
5:25 PM
Casablanca said…
Good one! More in the pipeline? :)
6:22 PM
Roger Stevens said…
Brilliant. Very atmospheric too. I love the link between the two verses.

This is the second 55 word poem I've encountered. Looks like I'll have to investigate further.
4:32 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
Just brilliant thanks for shairing it do call again at my blog and thank-you
5:38 PM
Shubhodeep said…
nic-> i hope the loneliness, atleast comes through
.:a:. -> thanks. ive added the tag
casablanca -> you never know when the muse might strike
roger -> thanks
sue -> i sure will. drop by again.
12:32 PM
Anonymous said…
I'm here via Lorena's or A's blog although I've seen your name on several other poetry blogs I've recently found, like .:A:.'s. where I noticed the 55 word poem idea.

I feel desolation among the beauty of nature's elements. It seems the loveliness of moonlight, hills, and sunset are in stark contrast to your solitary spinning mind. I enjoyed this piece.

P.S. I noticed something unusual in common with me in your profile. The very first Agatha Christie book I read was And Then There Were None. Later it was renamed to Ten Little Indians. (I'm a voracious reader, too.)
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