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Spring Night [Apr. 14th, 2013|11:15 pm]
The crescent moon tilts higher, no longer an equinoctial smile, but a bowl being emptied. A spring night pours out, full of fresh scents and soft, rustling leaves. The softness drenches the forest, the chorus of frogs greets the pale light, bats flutter about feasting on the season's insect bounty. Buds are waiting to open when dawn bids them, sleeping birds perhaps dream of the songs they will sing tomorrow. A few clouds drift by, catching the light and transforming it into flowing draperies. This stage invites a soliloquy, but I stand alone amid this splendor and remain speechless.

Sunday Verse

No Swan So Fine

by Marianne Moore

"No water so still as the
  dead fountains of Versailles." No swan,
with swart blind look askance 
and gondoliering legs, so fine
  as the chintz china one with fawn-
brown eyes and toothed gold
collar on to show whose bird it was.

Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth
  candelabrum-tree of cockscomb-
tinted buttons, dahlias,
sea-urchins, and everlastings,
  it perches on the branching foam
of polished sculptured 
flowers—at ease and tall. The king is dead.


[User Picture]From: lirianna
2013-04-17 12:20 am (UTC)
I realize I am hardly on LJ anymore... but I have to say that I truly, truly enjoy your writing. I know you know that... just wanted to pop in and say that again. Simply divine. Thank you. : )
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2013-04-18 04:17 am (UTC)

Sometimes being on LJ seems like walking through the deserted halls of my old high school after hours. Everybody has gone home but me.
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