eclipse Posted December 29, 2017 Share Posted December 29, 2017 Blind Ezra sat in his garden as the moonglight ravished his cat Rumi's fur. Memorys were like candle dust in a matchbox as Ezra reminisced, icy glints were like eyes that helped view visions of the past. Rumi blended with the moonlight leaving enquiring green eyes reflected at the moon. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted December 29, 2017 Share Posted December 29, 2017 Hi Barry, This was feel good poem. I like its length, it says what it wants to say efficiently and filled with unique imagery. I'm still trying wrap my mind around candle dust. It is a beautiful pairing of words. I enjoyed reading this. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted January 1, 2018 Share Posted January 1, 2018 The poem has lovely qualities despite my being annoyed that Ezra is blind. I demand that he's not! And I agree with Tinker's remark about the "candle dust" expression. It's unique. Still, my favorite take has to be "Rumi blended with the moonlight." Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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