Himalayan mountains whisper
their almost zero degree
breeze,
the choral of crickets
sings their nightly
lullaby,
the rare blue blood moon
leaks its silent yet
shining beams,
under layers of thick fabric,
behind the speechless,
wooden door,
we set the frozen world
on fire.
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I like this veiled winter mystery. Well done.
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“veiled winter mystery”. what a beautiful phrase!! Thank you so much!
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The fire of such moons is wonderful… I can see the sky
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ooh. i am happy you can imagine it clearly, Bjorn! Thank you!
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“the rare blue blood moon leaks its silent yet
shining beams”…. gosh this so beautiful!😍😍
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awwww. thank you, Sanaa!
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This line is just gorgeous:
“the rare blue blood moon
leaks its silent yet
shining beams”
I love the idea of moonbeams “leaking” out into the sky.
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awwww. thank you so much, De!
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Lovely poem. A true winter fire.
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winter fire. that’s one gorgeous phrase, Toni! thank you!
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Nice description of setting the world on fire.
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oh thank you, Frank!
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Speechless doors, the best kind of door. Lovely imagery here.
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aha. I agree. Thank you!
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Lovely and peaceful.like a lullaby
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awww. thank you, Andrew!
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Beneath the quilts and the night sky brightened by the blue blood moon… Beautiful.
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Aww. Thank you, Ms. Margaret!
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Lovely imagery….and surprisingly sensual near the end.
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oooh. surprisingly sensual. hehe. thank you, Mish!
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I had such a different take on this–because of the setting in the first stanza, I thought of monks in the last…the silence, the heavy fabric, the wooden door. Not sure what you wanted us to feel but I just love this.
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awww. each reader is a poet. 🙂 So I really think the emotions evoked will be different. Thank you, Victoria. 🙂
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For me the poem narrates the power of calmness and the enlightenment of peace.
Cheers
MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts
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Thank you, MeenalSonal!
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Oh my, oh my, oh myyyyyyy!
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hehe. thank you, sissy!
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Most welcome ALWAYS!!
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