She mounts the heavens nightly in the cold.
In her curving orbit stately, ancient grace.
She eradicates the day, brings forth the night.
I never feel so loved as in the night.
Surrounded by her light, her gaze so cold,
the stars surrounding her with twinkling grace.
No lovers could compare to her in grace,
the way she carves out pathways in the night
and bathes me in her nimbent light, so cold.
Cold and full of grace, the moon appears
and guides me gently through each winter night.
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Beautiful imagery here:
“Surrounded by her light, her gaze so cold,
the stars surrounding her with twinkling grace.”
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Thank you. I was especially proud of that line. 😀
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I could feel the cold, graceful peace of a winter’s night after the storm. Perfect imagery artfully conveyed.
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Wow. Thank you so much. I’m so glad you got that from it.
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It’s a tritina, go you! I love it.
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I missed the tritina slam in the coffee house, so I had to join in after the fact. 🙂
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I felt the cold quiet of space, love how that contrasts with “feel so loved.” This is my favorite line:
the way she carves out pathways in the night
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Thank you! I’m glad you were able to get that from it. And I liked that line, too. 😀
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Beautiful poetry
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Fantastic opening line. And I really like the details in the third stanza, only, what does nimbent mean? I couldn’t find it in a paper or on-line dictionary?
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Thank you!
Nimbent is French for “to enshroud.” 🙂
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This was so beautiful.
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Thank you!
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I has google a few times to understand it but I love how soft and gentle this is
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