In the phenomenon of night sky,
I watched the moon rise full
against an indigo canvas;
Rose-rimmed clouds drifting
along, causing stars to glisten
like the silvery skeletons
of jets in flight, billowing by
under stealth of inky half-light,
advancing across the heavens
on borrowed time.
image: mauizowie.wordpress.com
Beyond beautiful, Bela.
Mahalo, Elisa!
Beautiful images in both your words and the photo!
Mahalo, Genie! <3 And while I have taken countless photos of moons here on the islands, I could not better this image I found on the ‘net. It fit the ‘indigo canvas’ beautifully, and was closest to what my eyes behold at such times.
Pure poetry, in both words and image. Just wonderful!
Thank you Paul! It is 2021, early September, and I just received notification of your comment! 🙄😉🙏
Such lambent immaculateness in words. Resting in them now. H <3
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Such a fantastic photograph with words describing the layers our eyes may have not seen. Both could “stand alone” but together they create a beautiful post, Bela. Hugs, Robin ♡
Mahalo, Robin! <3
Dear Bela,
Of course, I have to concur with Robin regarding the mood and scenario of moonrise as evocatively depicted in your poem and photo!
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Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
Thank you! 🙏
You are very welcome, Bela.
A moment captured and released.
Thank you! 🙏