Evanescence

Moments

 

I'm riding the tail of a comet 

watching the sparks of something else

glitter into the neither of ether

pondering Venus and a waxing crescent at sundown

 

there is a mockingbird in the elm

an old cat snapping her tail 

crouching behind a misty window 

it's cold , november cold  

clear , sharp

    and I hear another siren wail

 

I hold my breath

and sink into the night

remembering your kiss

                on a night like this  ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

many of your poems have a highly descriptive quality, and this one belongs to that category. the way you set up the stage to make the reader get a glimpse of "a night like this" from the past is a literal painting. and you are so damn good with the brush...

[Mockingbird]

love the imagery. makes me nostalgic. love this poem.

[Ariel B.]

Love this! It's just so purely pretty, which is something poems can often forget to be. I really like the lurking rhymes and almost-meter. Favourite line: 'glitter into the neither of ether'.

[Audrey Howitt]

Your detail is so clear and makes this work just come alive--I too, love the second stanza--

[WhiteWillow]

You make a cold, November night desireable, even to a summer person such as myself. One reason I enjoy reading others' works is to gain a new perspective, learn to look at things in a different light. That is what this poem did for me.

[Ruth]

So much here love...the atmosphere built before the finale is breathtaking! I always did love your vibrancy in details xoxo

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

You are the Director of some of the best films my mind's eye has ever experienced.
The last stanza impeccable...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

speechless~ experiencing the expeience ~

[SkinlessFrank]

it's as if your consciousness has become atomized and is drifting or permeating creation's fire

[JelliFyshKissUs]

You blend creation into this prismatic fusion of beauty one can't help but stand in awe over. Nature and its patterns, its smells, its sounds.. triggering the cogs that hold simple but potent memories of yesteryear. Oh... to be a synapse in the electrical current of your mind.

[arbitrary jane]

the moments here... so vast and full of greatness and wondrous beauty.
'the neither of ether' is a line as huge as i've ever read.

you move from circumnavigating the universe, to the chill november window, to the internal landscape of the memory of a moment.

this may be my new favorite of yours.