quarter-moon glows, cut
pasted on black
sky, stilling
star-string
all
my words
impatience
swept by cold-bright
breath of morning’s gift
An hourglass poem for Jane’s weekly challenge #20.
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Love it! A breathless poem. I like the way you have star-string with no firm indication what it belongs to, so all the words are star-strung and swept into the morning.
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I might use “star-string” again. 🙂
It’s fun to take the seeds of an idea and then see how fitting it into a form can shape and change it. So thank you for that opportunity!
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My pleasure. I accept cheques 🙂
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Oooh, yes it is breathless! I love that first image of a quarter moon that is cut and pasted. Beautifully word-painted.
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Thank you. That moon just caught my eye through the front window as I came down the stairs. I had to have it!
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Love the second half! ***
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And that was the hard part! 😉
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I love this!
I was also caught by the small crescent of moon yesterday morning (I think) as I looked out the window, but you really captured it. 🙂
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It struck me because it seemed like forever since I had seen the moon. City, clouds, winter…
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