So Very Lightly Hued
look there in the grate where all our ashes lay strewn ..
like physalis leaves dried, the same colour as straw
yet much paler by far than the true glow of our moon ..
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Neville (
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May that moon always shine on your life Neville.
Andy
Now there's a thought .. thank you kindly .. Neville
Good write N.
Thank you Orchidee .. That'll do nicely sir .. Neville
This little piece of brevity is exquisite in both its sadness and delicate beauty. Where the ashes lay strewn in the grate, there once burned and thrived the heat of a memorable fire. The moon knows that, sees everything and is eternal. The glow of the moon is dazzling. Have a lovely Wednesday Neville.
You and the moon have a few things in common Cassie .. in my eyes, you both shine .. Thanks &
I hope your Wednesday was a good one too .. Neville
Hallucinatory write, Neville.
maybe it was something I ate .. perhaps .. 🙂
A pale moon within a husk of straw. Love the imagery, and where you went with this!
and I am most grateful to you for stopping to consider my latest little scribble Eugene, many thanks indeed .. Neville
We fade to a status that can’t match the world we inhabit.
I think that is one of the most astute reviews imaginable at this particular juncture .. cheers B .. N 🙂
Beautiful work.
Too kind Thomas, way too kind .. Neville
Like every fire ever created it is reduced to ashes, but during its passion it shone brighter than fire itself. Your poem describes a maturing relationship in the best way possible, loved it. - Phil A.
You just made my evening Phil.. thank you and kindly sir .. Neville
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