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Author Name: Freestormwolf 5 Comments
Date Added: September 29, 2009 18:09:44 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Moon Tides.
I still believe in miracles;
So here I find myself,
one arm crooked around a waxing moon
sailing over shorn cornfields, harvest safely stored...
speaking of new tomorrows.

The other, fending at shadows of the past,
embracing a darker dawn, ever encroaching;
Transposed in 'no woman's land'
between what may yet be...
but holding fast
to the flow
within.
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Comment By: FreeSharon Jorcil James on October 1, 2009 04:11:21 PM Report

The title by itself plays out on the actual meaning of the poem. The human body is approx. 65% water so indeed the moon  would have an effect on how we feel sometimes. I do so appreciate what you are expressing in this piece. Lovely write as always Stormy X.


Sharon JJ


 


Comment By: FreeLORETTA PITILLI on September 30, 2009 07:31:22 AM Report
Beautifully crafted.  The past shadows is the darkness and the one arm over the moon is the beaming light.  Like a Rembrandt painting.  His intensity of revealing light out of darkness.  Namaste,  loretta

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on September 29, 2009 11:26:56 PM Report
Did you mean to indent the third to last line?  I got stuck there when I came upon it.  I like the flow of ideas from the first stanza to the second. 
Comment By: FreeA.P. on September 29, 2009 08:41:13 PM Report
lovely description, i loved "one arm crooked around a waxing moon" and "holding fast to the flow within" and how they seemed to go together. i see an image of a woman moving forward, holding that hope of future in one arm and the past moving as well, following or being dragged behind by the other arm...i like how flow and the moon fits within that image, ideas of rising, falling, emotions, etc.
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on September 29, 2009 07:41:55 PM Report
Storm Wolf....You, keeping things in Yin and Yang porportions, dueling with the now and wondering about the new....Your words of "one arm crooked  around a waxing moon" and beating the shadows of your past is awesome in vision and theory...This is one of my favs of your's my Lightworker friend....
Until the Light is bright.....Margaret.....





 


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