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In the time before dawn
the sky is another country,
all purple and windy,
with a strand of pink haze
wrapped around the horizon,
embracing the morning star,
snuffing out her beauty
like a candle tilting in the bruised wind;
the gulls write their story
across the snow clouds,
their crying captures a word- juggler
in time’s lonely aspect
sustaining her in the warp and weft of the storm.
The poet planned an epic tale,
woven out of the fugue state of winter
sent by the devils of the night,
but her meager notes mention
only that the sky is still another country,
all purple and windy,
even after dawn.
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©2014 Wabi Sabi
For Sunday Whirl -# 145
For Poets United – pantry
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 
Great imagery. I liked the image that comes with the simile of the candle tilting in the wind. I also liked the third stanza… very well worded.
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I liked the whole thing …. each stanza a different mood, all merging very well.
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My favorite time of day!
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some really cool touches in this…i like the sky as another country….the birds writing their story across it…..and sometimes no matter what we plan…life has its own….
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I really like the idea of bruised wind.
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Yes the imagery is very alive..romantic..I picture a woman writing in a castle..happy..spinning words..
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Oooo. Sometimes that country is beyond words. Makes me think of the song of the seagull by MiMi and Richard Farina.
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Perfect words and description.
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As I was reading, I became aware that I was reading a very special and beautiful poem that expanded my horizons………I most love “the sky is another country” and the snuffing out of the star “like a candle tilting in the bruised wind”. Spectacular writing, kiddo! Loved it.
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I was going to write that epic tale, but my words flew off to another country!
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Hi there Wabi Sabi,
My first time with your voice, I think and certainly a rich and week crafted write – I especially liked:
“the morning star,
snuffing out her beauty
like a candle tilting in the bruised wind…” Lovely work – thanks for the treat of reading it… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Wabi, gorgeous imagery in this. You have hidden those pesky words beautifully here.
Pamela
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Enjoyed the imagery in the first stanza..sometimes the sky does seem like a different place..
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I love this. Wonderful
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This is so beautiful and captures that time of day so well!
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Love that last stanza.
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Love the gentle tone here as it divulges it’s loving and loved secrets. You have created another country and I gladly got lost in it for a while,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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I love the idea of winter as a fugue state. As someone who lives in a warm, sunny place, cold weather definitely has an aspect of fugue dissociation to it.
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Looking at the sky can be most engrossing. One is often lost in thoughts that can take one to far off places. Truly said Wabi!
Hank
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Nicely done…and thanks for the Follow. Best wishes with your writing endeavors in 2014. Cheers.
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the sky is another country… wow Wabi. now that’s a thought to savor! love the image it brings out as well.
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