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dark night
closes in, stifling
the longing, hidden
in a forgotten room,
thoughts becoming
enmeshed
in silent unknowing,
while all sense of time
is driven
away, not thinking
what can possibly repair
this tear, this empty
waiting…..
for the slate sky
to announce
the moonrise.
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
For The Sunday Whirl ‘ Wordle # 118’
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 
Wow! Great job with this. I LOVE “the slate sky”.
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Beautifully written moment
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Beautiful…you weave the wordle words seamlessy through this piece. I get a sense of moon’s healing power at the end.
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Atmospheric piece – nice one!
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You led me right to the anticipated moonrise…and I didn’t even see it coming! Masterful! (Or would that be mistressful?)
A Wee Whirl
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There is always a moonrise or something to lighten the dark night – sometimes it is just an old night light in the hallway!
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thoughts becoming
enmeshed
in silent unknowing,~ these words so compress any possibility that the moon appearance feels as huge release…good work!
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Wabi, that is just gorgeous, simply gorgeous.
Pamela
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Well meshed! Moonrise is nice.
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Beautifully written.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/07/20/grasshopper-dreams-v/
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Loved this piece!
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Words softly gliding from the evening twilight into the blue grey sky awaiting nightfall!! What a riot to follow then!! Impressive outbursts in the sky!!
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Nicely woven words. The ending is wonderful.
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“stifling the longing” is something I’ve done most of my life. I am slowly turning the longing away by doing what I’ve always wanted to do. The cool thing about being an adult is I don’t have to ask permission. The cool thing about being over 50 is I don’t care what anybody thinks.
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Hooray for being over 50 and giving up worrying about what anyone thinks!
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This is so atmospheric, intense. I felt like the words conjured up( for both of us) the same emotive response. Well done.
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Does life begin at moonrise or 50…perhaps whichever comes first. As for Cheryl’s comment…I have never much worried about what anyone else thought if whatever I was doing felt right for me. 🙂
Thank you for your visit to my wordle story verse. Brenda makes it easy…or maybe it is the other way around as I just use what she gives to continue my fantasy.
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