A silent wintry night
Consumed all warmth
Blazing fire
Failed it’s attempts
To cauterize what was left
***
Charred driftwood
Stripped, laid bare
No life
Gone all feeling
***
A Rent, sardonic smile
Blood tattooed hand
Held the last
vestige of hope
***
Scarred words
an eternal imprint
I will always…
Love You
Here’s to another year of poetry. Thanks to each of you who have made One Stop a great place to be.
thanks to Vijo for the photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/vijo/2969456756
Sayling Away
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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penned in moon dust 
all of your pieces are such a joy to read……………..
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Very nice. I like the picture it evokes in my head, as well as the one you posted.
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The stanza about the driftwood really got me. Well done, Moonie.
(I love henna tats)
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Those hennaed hands may scream out at you, but it’s the silent ‘i love you’ that has a lasting impact… A lot of hope is blanketed in those words, especially when they come from the heart 🙂
Forever is a long time indeed… but with words like ‘love’, even forever seems like just one short moment 🙂
Beautiful poem, Leslie… I liked the mixed emotions that I saw in it.. very real…
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You too Moon. 🙂 It was a wonderful year of poetry. Powerful piece. It gave me goosebumps.
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glad it made a statement – love the hands!
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Great write. Love the first verse.
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thanks sooo much
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Ah love lost seems to be a bit of theme these early days in January…interesting wonder why. 🙂
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Oh C you know me the moody romantic. Must be the rain (its never supposed to rain in California).
I saw a glorious sunset on the coast and now I want to write about fanciful things.
Smiles
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loved it, Leslie. the very nature of that loss captured
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The permanent imprint of love well expressed.
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boy love can be painful – huh???
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This is a cold poem, filled with need bordering on desperation. Through your spare form the emotions pile like heavy snow and blinding ice. Well done. Thank you. Gay @beachanny
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next poem will be sunshine as the sun is back – yeah
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‘Blood tattoo hand” that is what I thought when I first looked at the picture. You always amaze me with the many nice poems you write.
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What a great poem. I love the henna hands, but the last stanza is perfect. Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2011/01/04/to-my-sister/
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There’s magic in your writing. And the images created. I was captivated!
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I love that first stanza!
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I really like this. The simple “love you” at the end of such powerful images is so effective.
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this is a very powerful write moon…that second stanza took my breath
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“laid bare” seems cliche, but I enjoy the poem overall. It’s very emotive.
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Very powerful poem. I felt all by myself when I was done, and frightened, but I’m better now. Thank you for sharing this!
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Stunning image and words! That’s an impression all its own! Beautiful!!! =)) ~April
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Sad, but beautiful. I think I know the feeling. Well rendered.
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very sweet..mellow and the picture is beautiful..:) the whole package is fantastic to read and heartfelt Leslie..tenderly touchy! 🙂
smiling back at the moon -:)
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Seriously, this is one of the most nakedly romantic poems I have ever read. My hat is so far off to you here, it’s not even my hat anymore. I could read you all day.
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Well thanks Arron – naked/ raw romance has its place
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fine! damn fine!
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Appreciate that Shadow!!
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Moon Sister,
you’ve captured raw and honest emotions in this poem, suffusing the painful truths of life and living into your (i’d say…) fiery words…
Hugs from my place
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thanks sweetie – raw is sometimes good eh?
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Henna color will do!!!!
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The henna is beautiful but not painful
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this i loved……charred driftwood..wonderful…looks like the moon is full here,,,hugs to you pete…yep your pain in the a**e
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“Failed it’s attempts
To cauterize what was left” this caught fire for me and failed to stop my from reading the life blood flowing through your words. Beautiful. (LOVE THE PHOTO TOO!!!)
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Ohh….I had to read this (dull here…) a couple of times. First time, it was rather a shock to the system…which is what good poetry can do!
The hennaed hands threw me….as a belly dancer, we have that on occasion, but it’s around weddings mostly.
Then the juxtaposition of the two extremes …the coldness, and the end “I love you”….started to weave it’s magic on this very dull mind today.
Haunting poem….though it is a many layered poem to me.
Lady Nyo
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Beautifully done. Maybe it started with the picture…it hit me as inverted tattoos and then I saw your words as also inverted with a message as powerful from the inside as from outside….so well done. I look forward to reading so much of your work.
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Sardonic…new word for me. I’ll try a sardonic smile today and see how it works.
to tatoo “I will always love you” That is commitment…Love can be so scarring at times…
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I agree. Raw and honest is always good…
Here is my one shot:
musical whirlwind
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Ahhhhhh, MoonKist One,
A great feat of art and patience in those henna’ed hands. Love knows no bounds.
And holy cow – this poem — amazing words here, took me on quite a trip in these few words. Deep & Powerful.
Brilliant how you used cauterize.
Just a big WOW on this poem.
xoxo
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I have to say I love the hands. Beautiful henna work. And the poetry; the last two lines change the entire feel of the poem. It has a harsh, static feel, then softens with the I love you. Darn love.
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Excellent short but densely descriptive lines. Lovely punch line.
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“Blazing fire
Failed it’s attempts
To cauterize what was left”
oh wow! this is amazing. what imagery! love ya, moon. keep shinin 🙂 xx
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Nice stirring write Leslie as usual! I’m a tattoed lady but not of the henna variety. Glad I had the sense never to go for names!!
S
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Intense– tough to read, tears at the heart, of course. xxxxj
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Simple beauty with a heartfelt finish. Wonderful.
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nothing can soothe the sting of burned love
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Great poem…short sweet and to the point. I really love you paint your words. The picture went perfectly with this poem
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Beautifully written!
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that one hurts
Sounds like there is always a shred or an ember of hope
C
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Always! 😉
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Striking word choices, great blunt lines. Effective stuff.
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Thanks Steve for reading. I guess the blunt has come from all my micro fiction writing. An added adge as a childrens author.
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the blood tattooed hands made me shiver..for a moment i thought you write about when indian husbands burn their wives cause they don’t love them any more – have seen a horrible report on tv about this – and maybe it was because of the henna hands and the blood tattooed…sad piece – but skillfully crafted moonie
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This one stirred up somethings for me – once I love, I love forever. (A boyfriend once said, “You don’t have an on-off switch – you only have an on switch.”)
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A beautifully descriptive poem. A fantastic poem to start out the New Year. Looking forward to the many, many more you have in store for us.
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