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  ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All photography and writing property of Robin Amaral . Do not copy or use without expressed written consent . Copyright © 2006-2011 Robin Amaral

 

 

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...

[Kerry O'Connor]

...on a night like this...
How perfectly you have created the atmosphere of the November nightfall. I love the second stanza, which could almost be a poem in its own right.

[Seshat Nidaba]

dreamy pre-winter whispers, I like it.

started celestial and brought it down to a personal level, via nature. A satisfying read.

[Georgiana S]

Very beautiful writing :)

[Tina Kline]

All moments, all bring memories, special memories. This is very beautiful.

This is so beautiful, as I understand all the little clues that you express in ink...
No more words are needed. Wonderful.

[FireWoman]

A clean, crisp memory is a sexy attribute. Most sleep walk through the days & are unappreciative of the nights you perfectly described.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'it's cold , november cold
clear , sharp'

liked the way you drew the scene, the details well chosen creating a picture and then the hint of romance in the last stanza bringing everything together. stunning!

[Ed Hart]

yes, moments...some of them shiver us, and some caress...lovely thought here, robin

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you speak to the heart, with a vision for cold nights full of promises of passion