Dark fingers reach out
clutching winter’s full moon
Pocked silent orb slips through
Rising gloriously enthroned
Reflecting suns radiance
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Photo: Ruth Roth
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Dwight, you’ve captured perfectly the last full moon we watched rising through the trees. The only difference is that our trees have leaves! Lovely poem, Dwight! ❤ All the best!
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It was a gorgeous full moon! No leaves left on here. But the daffodils started popping up before Christmas!! Thank you for your great comment Cheryl.
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Beautiful
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Sure looks and sounds very mystical. What is it that fascinates us about the moon? The sun is easy. The moon is a mystery 🙂
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Must be the darkness that surrounds it!
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So divinely beautiful ☺
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Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it.
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Beautiful picture and great poetry!
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Thank you very much!
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Love the image of the full moon framed by the dark fingered branches with the glowing Dwight!!
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Thank you Cindy! It was a lovely full moon last month! Ruth took this photo early one morning while I was still sleeping!
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YOU’RE SO WELCOME Dwight.
Ruth did a great job! ❤️👏👏👏
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Yes she really did!
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bravo 💪🏽💪🏻👏👏👏👏👏
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Very cool poem!
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Thank you very much! I am glad you enjoyed it!
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Reblogged this on B +Ve!!.
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Thank you!!
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“clutching winter’s full moon..slip through..”.
I can feel that visual before my mind’s eye 😊👌. Beautiful and magical image. Yes, that’s the way it is. Some people and objects are created to reflect the radiance and glory of others- yet in that process/state they are
‘gloriously enthroned’.
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I love your assessment of the poem! So very good! This is exactly my thoughts. In humility there is elevation and strength. Thank you so much!
Dwight
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Such a lovely poem!
The moon has always had a special place in my heart. ❤️
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Thank you so much! I am glad you enjoyed it!
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Beautifully mystifying! Seems we both have some beef with the moon. 😀
But, really, this is such a wonderful piece. Isn’t the moon so fascinating? She is a lady heiress of beauty and darkness that we can try to capture, but never reach with our hands. Love this piece.
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Yes very mystifying! It is easy to see why people attributed powers to the her. I loved the way the branches were wrapped around like they were trying to hold on tightly. Nothing holds the moon or changes her cycles. She is a true feminist!! :>) Thank you so much Lucy!
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Ahh …, Dwight, such an enchanting picture of the moon. Your poem is perfect for it and I especially like the line “ pocked silent orb slips out”.
Miriam
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Yes, nothing we can do will change the moon from its monthly cycle! Thank you so much!
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Nicely seen and described
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Thank you Derrick! It was a beautiful moon!!
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Nicely clipped and powerful write Dwight – it kicks through to the reader very nicely…
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Thank you so much!
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I love both the photo and the poem. A perfect tribute to the lovely moon!
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Thank you Liz… it was a gorgeous moon! I appreciate your kind words.
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You’re welcome, Dwight! Looking at the moon never seems to get old, does it?
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No not at all! :<)
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That is really lovely, Dwight.
Shabbat shalom,
David
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Thank you David! Peace to you as well!
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Beautiful photo of the moon and a lovely poem, Dwight.
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Thank you so much. My wife took this great shot early one morning! (before I was up! LOL)
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A fine description of a full moon, Dwight: ‘Pocked silent orb’ – yes, I see it! 🌝
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Thank you Ingrid. This one was a beautiful sight to see.
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So lovely Dwight. I never tire of looking at the moon.
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Thank you Linda! It is a beautiful shot. My wife took this one!
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How lovely!
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The photo and poem …. a perfect match.
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Okay! The words describe the image perfectly! Imaginatively! Those fingers on the bare skeletal tree reaching out for the moon!
And if I just read the words, and wouldn’t know of the image….I might imagine some ominous force trying to take over the night but the glorious moon overcomes!
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Thank you Lillian. It is a beautiful sight to behold. I appreciate your kind words!
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What a lovely poem and what a beautiful shot of the full moon like a crystal ball, Dwight!
Stay safe and keep well ❤
Rosie from Germany
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Thank you so much Rosie!
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This is absolutely stunning! I love the idea of the full moon as a crystal ball “rising gloriously enthroned.” 💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa! Those lines on it reminded me of crackled crystal!! :>)
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I’m inlove with your poem ❤️
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Thank you very much!
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Fabulous! ❤️❤️❤️
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The perfect poem to enhance the photo. Love it! ❤
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Thank you so much Jan!
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It’s amazing to see the winter’s moon… but so often it’s so very cold as well….
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Full moon often brings colder temps! it was a real beauty!
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Don’t know how I missed this ekphrastically exquisite work earlier, DR. Mind-blowingly succinct. Perfecto!
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Thank you Ron! I appreciate your kind words!
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Amazing
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Thank you!
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This is a phenomenal work.
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Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind affirmation!
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