Midnight
and moon casts an eerie light
shimmers of white-kissed fields
Headlights off,
I pause to contemplate the glow
endless skies here beyond city limits
A herd of deer graze
ignore the hum of idling motor
celebrate the lunar flood
What drove me here,
I cannot say; perhaps clouds
relentless in February skies
Or may it was another pull,
a knowing, a grace, calling me
to open spaces…an offering
Surreal this suspended moment
stars dispersing sombre greys
tides of emotion releasing
I am transported,
uplifted, encouraged –
Heaven’s stellar promise.
(Image my own)
Moments like these are so rare and astounding when they are experienced. I’m glad you found this little slice of heaven and shared it with us 💕 great post ❣️
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🙏😘
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🙂
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Lovely poem and photo, VJ. You pulled me right in with ” white-kissed fields”.
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Thanks LuAnne. That means a lot coming from you
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Love the poem and the magical moon!
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Thanks
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Love the poem! Reminds me of a time when I was traveling alone to a remote island in the Philippines. Sitting by the balcony, enjoying the ocean breeze on a full moon night. And great artwork too!
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Thank you. Glad you can relate
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My pleasure 😊
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Beautiful images.
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Thanks, Dwight
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A full moon and a country road is pure magic.
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Absolutely.
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Also, just a note – I had a draft of a post sitting for a LONG time – and plan to publish it soon – it was my sharing your pst abotu AVIAN FRIENDS – and my goodness – how did I let it sit in a draft for that long? I also have Ana Lindens’ review that seemed to get stuck in draft mode (can I blame it on the pandemic?) anyhow, I will be checking back in later this month
have a nice day
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It happens…Have a nice day too
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well I think I also let it “sit” because sometimes it felt like bragging or just a little uncomfortable to share what feels like “promoting” but I see more and more that it is really just “celebrating” one’s work and the community that goes with it …
🙂
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I could feel the uplifted and a powerful part for me was
“a grace, calling me”
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You get it…numinous moments…thanks!
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Your poem recreates that trascendent moment perfectly! I felt myself transported.
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I’m glad the moment translated so well
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So am l!
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I’m taken back to a country road I used to travel to get to my parent’s house. Loved driving on it when the moon was full. So peaceful. So calm. Beautiful post.
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Thank you Brian.
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Whoa! I love this poem and I feel like I’ve been there. A long time ago I was driving on a country road at night and came upon 40 or 50 white bush bunnies in the middle of the road. Stopped, turned off the headlights, and allowed them to scatter into the low bushes in the ditch.
Beautiful artwork here, too, VJ. As always, thanks for sharing!
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It’s those country roads where the magic happens. Thanks Lori.
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The moon is always magic. Beautiful illustration. (K)
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Agreed. Thank you!
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Beautiful picture and poem 💙
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Thank you, Paula
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There is something about being alone with the night sky. I love the last line.
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Especially when the moon is full. Thanks, Heather
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful
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Thanks Sadje
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My pleasure
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