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Homage to Romance a dust of diamonds in the midnight Galaxy glitters high above an outdoor dance floor empty all but for one lone couple holding each other lovers dance to their own tune charging the moment caught up in the melody of magic and moonlight the music hushes all too soon the night will die they cling in silence reluctant to say goodbye to part at the light of dawn ~~Judi Van Gorder Aubade in Tanka frame Inspired by the prompt "dancing under the stars" and Tony mentioning the genre Aubade.
"Ades" Stiilis Bina (2 love poems for Joe D.) Aubade Cleaving half the horizon, the morning sun cuts across the eyelid of the earth, and in a forever-moment the earth is outside of now: not dawn, not morning. Yet I'd crave You, my morning; You, my earth. Serenade Shuttering up the horizon, the night throes – heavy blanket on the face of earth, regardless of the weather on the earth. Yet shroud me with Your fibrous self this night and I'd succumb: You, my night; You, my earth.
Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry French Verse Verse dedicated to the morning can be found throughout the ages in every culture. This thematic genre seems especially popular with the French. Alba or Aubade (dawn song) is a love poem, specifically the parting of lovers at dawn. Conflict between love and responsibility is at the center of this poetic genre. This genre dates back to 12th century France and is the counterpart to a secular Evensong, Serena or Serenade.. The name Alba comes from the medieval watchman's cry "alba" announcing the passing of the night and return of
January 2008 Word Challenge found at another site. Use 7 to 10 of the following words (word variations allowed) in a poem of any kind: her, bare, silent, slow, suddenly, make, sky, it, this, and ..... The subject matter could be considered an Aubade Shadows (revision) As day lights the sky unwelcome patterns fall across the silent wall. Her white shoulder lies exposed by the fold of a rumpled sheet and he leans down to kiss a small freckle goodbye. Slow eyes slide open to tear at the pale of this sunrise shadow and drink the image of his locked shoulders as they