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Gia-Seren — Ill of the Moon
Published: 2009-07-07 05:59:02 +0000 UTC; Views: 169; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 1
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I am grievedthat I must speak ill
of the moon.
I have nightly watched it wane
and wax back to full
since we conspired between those mirrors...
and you snared me with your smile.
Yet no phase,
however brilliant,
has served to distract,
or made me less alone.
Oh, you have been a constant
inhabiter of my thoughts.
Somewhere in transit
delivered the sweetest torment;
you rocked me
-- dear apparition--
and kissed my lips;
then sunk down smiling
beneath the horizon;
riding on the moon.
I arose possessing sighs
that stretched out for miles;
All the distance between
my cup of tea
and your abandoned cigarette--
they reached to wipe the ashes from your hands;
they reached to run their fingers through your hair;
they reached for the moon.
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'I arose possessing sighs
that stretched out for miles'
Those are my favorite lines, though the four after them are favorites as well. Overall, I liked it a lot ^^
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Those lines and all the rest to the end are my favorite portion of the poem. Sighs having hands to wipe ash or fingers to run through someone's hair is an image that I find... captivating?-- for lack of a better term.
Thanks!
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I love the imagery of the distance between the cup of tea and the abandoned cigarette. It gives me a great series of images.
You're welcome ^^
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Iiiiiii like it. My favorite line being:
"I have nightly watched it wane
and wax back to full
since we conspired between those mirrors...
and you snared me with your smile."
And thus getting a previously thought impossible compliment, the grand triple thumbs up from me!
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Thank you. My ego has been stroked... I am satisfied.
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Well I'm glad, as you know it is always my intention to leave only once everyone has been completely satisfied.
Egad, did I just say that? Oh, well.
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