“Foggy Moon II” by Sherry Genovar-Simons
fog has a sound
if you listen
droplets burst
low to ground
on atomized air
the small noise
of conflict
encounters of cold
vying warmth
for supremacy
settling their hash
moistly wrestling
swirled in their
clinches the tails
of their veils
smudge the moon
till agreement
finds voice in
thin whispering
vapors of truce
just in time for the
yawning of dawn
before boulders
borrow the sun
From my books Small Noise and Legacies (vol. 2)
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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Beautiful Paul! “the tails of their veils smudge the moon” wow… just wow. ❤
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thank you ever so much, penny
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I think this one may be my favorite, if I could possibly pick a favorite, that is… 😉
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I loved that line too. Beautiful.
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many thanks
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Your welcome, indeed.
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I do believe Penny commenting above has picked the most wonderful line within a wonderful poem.
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much appreciated, my friend
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Beautiful, Paul
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thanks kindly, syl
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You’re welcome always, Paul
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Love this! ~frankie
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much appreciated, frankie
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Oh my goodness, Paul–this is exquisite, even more beautiful than the accompanying image.
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thank you ever so kindly
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Most welcome.
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Amazing. 👍
Enjoyed reading 😊
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much appreciated
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Wonderful internal rhyming. The colors in the picture draw me into “the atomized air”.
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no poet could ask for a better reaction – thanks dearly
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The first four lines are actually breathtaking. If there were fog outside right now I would rush out-of-doors to listen.
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I’m glad to know it worked for you
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Gosh, you’re talented! Gorgeous poem.
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and you are most kind – thank you
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How lovely this is. Atmospheric. Thank you for visiting my blog. Penny
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it was my pleasure – thanks for the kind words
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This is beautifully done!
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many thanks
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It’s like an intimate stream of conscious from your immediate environment, so picking any lines takes them out of context, but I do like these sounds:
‘thin whispering
vapors of truce
just in time for the
yawning of dawn”
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much appreciated – I do try to develop the speakable sounds of my poems
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I love the phrase, “yawning of dawn”, and your use of alliteration, in general.
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thank you most kindly
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What riveting word pictures! Nice job!
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many thanks
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