FULL MOON METALLIC

Poem

 

Full moon

metallic,

captive with gleam,

illuminating, ecstatic,

     glazed with glycerine,

with sorrowful severance,

       in a circle of deference,

the  pack  of wolves, prowl,

foretelling,

cavorting, with wistful howls.

Sparse was the grass

on the muddy lawn,

descending,

through

sinewy.

dawn,

as the bedazzling

                round obstacle,

 on a drenched spring morn,

turned barely visible,

obscuring in to

a melting, distant  icicle,

dental white enamel,

whiter than life

could be durable

now   

a faint fragment, 

impassively fragile,

  consolingly, yet

still,

as ever

mystical

 

 

Author's Note

reviews would be most welcome

Reviews

[HeavenSunArcadez]

Wow your imagery was out of this world.... Very very very impressed im almost speechless at how awesome your imagery is, its definitely phenomenal.... the way your words moves so fluid together it felt like music reading this... and the whole format you used i loved... u are an incredible writer and i am definitely a fan now of your work... hope u will continue to write more cause ill definitely be reading. U painted and extraordinary image of spectacular hues which, the title served this write because the Full Moon metallic is out of this world... excellent work

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you, though, I can't quite claim to be any of those wonderful things that you have mentioned, single handily, although your enthusiasm is much appreciated.....I spent some time in a state of indecision, actually deciding, what imagery to utilise in this poem....I might create a new piece relating to the imagery which I have not yet used, much thanks :) Best.

[luviva]

'Sparse was the grass ~ on the muddy lawn, ~ descending, through sinewy. dawn, ~
nice flow you go there my friend. just makes me feel the moon power couring through my body and all,,.....
just felt this write.
tanxxx for sharing

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Nice to hear from you, thank you.

[David Aiello]

I've read this a few times, now, and it has the kind of rhythm I usually beat;
So thank you for the excellent poem!

^__________^

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi David, it is my pleasure, I should be over to visit you later in the week, thanks so much :)

[quinfinn]

you capture the moon and its magnificent presence in the many nuances of night. i am very fond of wolves. you show them reverence and fear at the same time, while still painting homage to the moon in her lunar omnipresence...this is magnificent writing, imagery, metaphor, substance, resonance and a unique writing quality which sings off the page. well done!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so much for such a stunning review, needless to say that this was actually quite a pleasure to write :)

[quinfinn]

two of my favorite subjects in one write? absolutely! love the moon, love wolves. you are welcome

[Wondering Mind]

oo..perfect pace and loved the alliterations and silent rhymes

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you kindly WM :)

[Zahra]

Superb! Liked your style and use of words.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Nice to meet you, thanks so much

[Zahra]

You're welcome! :)

[h d e rushin]

This is major. The ordered assonanace, marked by regular or harmonious arrangement,
speaks loudly here. Diego Paz often talks of rhythm, which took me a long time
to understand exactly. But this is what he meant.

"whiter than life,
could be durable
now
a faint fragment,
impassively fragile"

I think he meant it in it's natural oratorical effectiveness and not so much in
it's proficiency in oral expression. Rhythm. Nicely done.

Your a superb writer of
poetry.

dana

[SHEEMA HUQ]

WOOAH!!!!
I can't thank you enough for your wonderful words of appreciation, sincere THANKS for this amazing review, my friend

[FJ Davis]

An artful, beautifully crafted, lunar ode.
Outstanding, Sheema!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Frank, I've been meaning to befriend you for ages, glad that we are finally acquainted, thanks kindly for this superb appraisal

[Introspective Mind]

what a stream of thoughts that went on extolling beauteous faces of the moon...turning into surprises in every turn of phases and waning....hours of evening to minutes of the dawn...so passionately connected you are through outpouring of your poetic expressions that as if it strikes musical notes as it flows....superb, Seema !!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hello < to y you in Calcutta, I so appreciate your insights, thanks kindly

Sheema

[Introspective Mind]

welcome

[emmajoy]

The moon really is an extraordinary master or mistress to one's senses, imagination. Your words move in streams, wonderful language, superb phrasing: 'Sparse was the grass ~ on the muddy lawn, ~ descending, through sinewy. dawn, ~ as the bedazzling round obstacle, ~ on a drenched spring morn, turned barely visible,.. .. '

If i close my eyes i can see that 'melting, distant icicle' become more and more fragile yet .. utterly mythical; returning and returning in all its guises. What a beautiful piece of writing!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so very much Emma Joy for this uplifting review from you, I am pleased that you enjoyed