in the shadows of the gloaming
each line etched
against the lake
in black and white
in the twilight we leave the shore
and lake birds call,
shrilly voicing
their last goodbyes
in this moment of day’s passing
a star rises
to guide our steps
ever homeward
G.s.k. ‘16
The was written using the form Minute presented on: Three-Day Midweek by Quickly’s Winter Doldrums
Very pleasant read! I am going to look up Minute poetry! 🙂
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It’s a nice form … but it can be a little tricky 🙂
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It seems!
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A new form to me and, it’s beautiful… 🙂
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It is a nice little form and I think it might be a form to work on a little more. I’ve recently read some great writes, far better than this one.
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I’ll try my hands on it… 🙂
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I’d like to see what you do … I’m sure something lovely!
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Thanks for the encouragement… 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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The poem and photo — perfect companions — it’s exquisite 🙂
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Thanks Paloma … I’ve written minute poems before, but man, this one just didn’t want to be written … took me forever to write it and I’m not sure if I even like it! Or maybe I’m just being hypercritical .. I do like the photo but I’m not sure of the poem.
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Oh, how lovely. Thank you for this peaceful snapshot.
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Happy to see you enjoyed it.
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