Lines
Lines divide the early dusk
into roseate shades;
for miles they run in parallel,
powering
life's adopted necessities,
sometimes slagging,
sometimes touching,
rarely crossing;
the moon drifts like a lost note
between them --
lines on which music could sit.
**Inspired by HVP's photo "Moon Lines".
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Posted at Poetry Pantry #79
14 comments:
Ahh... this is lovely... a great way to start my Sunday... I especially like the last verse.
Oh really nice and I love the last stanza. I was thinking that very thought after I clicked on the picture. Great write. Thanks
I enjoyed this so much. Something about it made me want to drag out a canvas and paints and have at it. Beautiful word-painting.
Oh, I LOVE this!! The musical stave of morning. The moon like a lost note. So beautiful.
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nice...i like as well...love how the moon becomes the notes on the powerline...very visual...i can see it...
Beautifully evocative writing - I knew what the pic would tell even before I saw it. The final stanza is exquisite.
I agree with previous comments about the last verse, really really good!
Brian, turtlememoir, rch: thanks!
Just lovely.
Thanks Sherry. :)
the lines in the beginning kind of made me think of a train track heading to the horizon
Interesting. Thanks Zongrik. :)
Very nice. Very lovely close. K.
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