Deborah,
I like this -- and it elicits the rare critic in me.
This line:
> The mysteries of love grow profound
seems cliched to me -- especially in the presence of others, like this one:
> This passing moon breaks the night
which are so fresh.
I could also do without "soulful embrace."
Hoping you don't mind such presumption ...
~ Sharon
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~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
On 12/14/05, deborah russell <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> (again, edited)
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> A Far-Off Whistling
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> This passing moon breaks the night
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> like a breath only I can feel
> Another windy night amplifies
> a far-off whistling, sounds -
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> (something like Arabic music)
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> like so many unknown wings in flight . . .
> The mysteries of love grow profound
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> with wild and white blossoms
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> (I'm sure, for someone)
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> I feel the soulful embrace of
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> the dark night and nothing more
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> Deborah Russell, (c) 2005
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