10/20/2011

Moonrise


Daylight, melted
In rivulets of mauve and
peach, lies seeping into the edge
of night, leaving just enough light to see.
The yellow cheer and cerulean celebration
of the day have fled, leaving only a dusky gray
that outlines looming, blackened shapes no longer
clear. Shadows whisper offers of mystery and intrigue,
but I feel no longing to follow. Here, beside me are
you, a lush purple silhouette. My hand in yours,
I warm to your touch and I smile into the
twilight twinkles that are your eyes.
Soon moonlight wraps its arms
securely around  us, and
we are night.

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This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.
                                                                                            Bernard DeVoto "The Hour"

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23 comments:

  1. Beautiful - both in verse and in photo.

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  2. You had me with all these luscious color words :).

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  3. "and we are night" I love the stillness you evoke here.

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  4. nice...love those last couple lines patti...this was a delicious read....smiles.

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  5. A celebration of light and colour and togetherness. It is like velvet - the words gently roll and slide around me. Gorgeous!

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  6. This is such a beautiful time of the day and your words do it honor. Lovely.

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  7. The moon tends to bring out the romantic in most of us. Very nice.

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  8. It's a lovely companion to Ruth's yin-yang poem as day meets night and the colors fade to hold love, peace, and silence in the stillness of "inbetween". Really lovely and wonderful use of form in its construction! Thank you.

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  9. lovely, the violet hour...nothing like a beautiful moonrise...thank you..bkm

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  10. such a complete combin ation of beautiful images in all of this

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  11. ....Soon moonlight wraps its arms
    securely around us, and
    we are night....esp. fell in love with these lines...what a serene snapshot patti..loved it and great pic as well

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  12. Oh, gorgeous. I love the mystery and intrigue but even more, I love the opportunity to find something better than the mystery and intrigue.

    Beth

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  13. The movement of color is so vivid here. Lovely. K.

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  14. A beautiful and inspirational photo to spark your lovely words and thanks for the link to this site which I've missed somehow up to now.

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  15. something mysterious about that moment... had one myself last night... you captured it well

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  16. Cerulean. I think it's one of my favorite words - for what it evokes in my mind as an Artist. Cerulean Blue is my FAVORITE color, but as any thing that rises to the status of 'favorite' in one's existence, there is a catch - a gotcha - a thing to watch out for. there are two types of cerulean blue - one made with cobalt stannate(the good one) and one made with cobalt chromate (the darker one with too much green). The Cobalt Chromate one makes an excellent Turquoise color, but the REAL blue - the blue of the sky, is cobalt stannate Cerulean Blue.

    I just thought you'd like to know that. :)

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  17. Beautiful. I love the photo as well. And how clever of you to put a shape to your poem...the moon, I assume. What a fabulous quote; we should always keep our eyes open for unicorns.

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  18. This is delicious. Your color descriptions are so vivid I can taste them. Eating poetry? Mmmmmm... yummy.

    Leave it to Lou to educate us on the finer points of Cerulean and its distinctive differences. Thanks for that!

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  19. Love this writing filled with gorgeous images of the colors as the moon rises. So beautiful.

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  20. This is so lovely, Patti-- I can feel the surrounding evening. I once wrote in a poem, "evening-- essence of all past and future springs"-- there is such a mystery to it. Looking forward to reading your story when I have time to go back and start properly at the beginning.

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