Sunday, August 14, 2011

Poetry Jam - Evening

Evening Calls

Ephemeral friend
smoother than day
softer than night
middle sister
so often missed
between the passions of sunset
and sensibility of the stars.

I never know just where you begin
or where you end
but when I find I'm with you
I want to slow dance forever.
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8 comments:

  1. JamaAugust 14, 2011 at 8:08 AM

    You wrote such a beautiful poem, you're so talented.

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  2. HelenAugust 14, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    Making me wish I was the middle sister .....

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  3. Enchanted OakAugust 15, 2011 at 12:01 AM

    Ooo. Nice. Ya hit the target smack in the forehead. Knocked me flat.

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  4. LolamouseAugust 15, 2011 at 9:36 PM

    So lovely! Never thought of evening as the middle sister before, and it's nice to have a tribute to her! ("It's always Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" -sorry, couldn't help myself w/the Brady Bunch reference!)

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  5. NanUAugust 16, 2011 at 3:19 AM

    Delicious!

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  6. ScarletAugust 16, 2011 at 6:44 AM

    Soothing and beautiful...

    Love these lines:

    "middle sister
    so often missed
    between the passions of sunset
    and sensibility of the stars."

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  7. MaryAugust 17, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    I just love this poem. I agree with your sentiments about evening. Slow dancing through evening IS indeed delicious!

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  8. laurie kolpAugust 17, 2011 at 9:29 PM

    Romantic!

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