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No Violets

Moonup, shades of sangria
hazed in mothwing
     dust

motes. We wrap in
flannel, tartan Seattle
     warmth

accompanied by smudging sticks.
Batteries never charged —
     defibrillator

shock. Flatline.
You said no violets (you
     didn't

mean it). Moondown takes
time — scores of swaying shadows
     to arc

the parsecs. Inherit starlight,
bank it, never blink; wet stones
     echo

in the noise of stars.

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badger11

Some lovely phrasing Mike. mothwing dust and wet stones echo in particular.

 

Phil

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  • 4 weeks later...

Mike, this is excellent. I love the mood.

While it's perfectly fine that you posted it here in overflow, let me know if you want it moved to the main showcase forum. This forum is only visible to signed in users.

Tony

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Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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David W. Parsley

Mike, like Tony I am thoroughly taken by the mood set by the tone, diction, and imagery.  The closing stanzas take me There.

Thanks,
- David

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mikejewett

Phil, Tony, and David - thank you for your kind words.

Tony, that's fine, thanks!

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