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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 29, 2011 0:25:27 GMT -6
Rendezvous By Deborah NeherThe dark fingers of the trees weave into the ice fog night. I see the frost on your eyelashes and the emptiness in your eyes. How long before you take a few steps And I can not see you any longer? Please, love, do not go. Do not use the words of a stranger- or take your hand from mine. The light from the street lamp suffocates, as you turn into mist. I shiver, and know, I can't find my way home.
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Post by eiken on Mar 29, 2011 11:25:40 GMT -6
SSB, Beautiful poem, beautiful photo to go with it. I love the ice fog night, the frost on eyelashes and emptiness in your eyes, so visual, mystical to set the scene. Loved this poem
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Post by Callisse J. DeTerre on Mar 29, 2011 18:05:28 GMT -6
I like the weaving tree fingers and the lamp suffocating; these are especially unique and pithy descriptions.
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Post by diannet on Mar 30, 2011 0:15:11 GMT -6
Such a lovely poem with a great atmosphere. I love the dark fingers of trees weave into the ice fog night. Gorgeous!
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 9, 2014 0:29:05 GMT -6
Hi Deb,
I'm sorry I missed this one. My head must have been in a fog or something...
This is so sad and just verging on the creepy, when one starts imagining what might be lurking out there in the fog once our heroine is left alone.
Great photo of San Francisco, one of my many former homes.
Another super match up of poem and picture. Great work!
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 13, 2014 14:56:05 GMT -6
It's fun to think up scenerios sometimes. I try to incorporate my experiences in life, into my poetry. I can re-create the emotional 'sturm and drang' that way, a little more realistically. For this poem, I remembered being in a 'white-out' snow situation, and not knowing which way was home. I remembered being lost in a store as a child. I remembered being abandoned and left behind by my family by accident... or not (who could tell, I had a sadistic father.. ) and I used all those experiences to ask the questions and capture the feelings again to write this poem. Sometimes it is a good technique.. if somewhat painful. (oh yes, and I borrowed San Francisco for the scene, since I know it very well, and I left my heart there once.
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Post by John Walton on Mar 13, 2014 18:21:41 GMT -6
Lovely poem and I particularly like the opening line about 'the dark fingers of the trees'. Certainly makes them come alive and draws the reader in. Well done.
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