On earth
when elements
align (pale waning moon
lingers in naked branches) just
after sunrise when neapolitan
pastels sink to the horizon,
eyes blink and awe is the
only response
on earth.
©2017 Ontheland
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The contours of the waning moon were clearly visible—my phone camera reveals only a very tiny patch of light behind the upper branches next to an abandoned bird nest.
I used Rictameter verse form for this nine-line poem adhering to syllable count:
2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2.
Beautifully described.
Thank you for introducing me to this form.
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Thank you. Each form has its own nuance 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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Fantabulous! 😎🌹🌹🌹
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Beautiful picture and poem. ❤ xx
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A wonderful combined farewell to your Winter Janice.
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A beautiful and serene photograph and poem – I do like this unusual format and it works so well. Wonderful ending with how you started giving a sense of peace and balance. I had to smile at your ‘neapolitan pastels’, so original, so perfect! Well done, Janice!😀
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Thank you Annika 🙂
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