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The title is deliberately untitled

I am the moonless midnight

unfolding unto sorrowful skies,

the sable shadow unwound...

The hour is one of infinite dark

where stars are the dying flames

and light is but an echo,

a faded memory unto eternity

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

and the darkest hour comes before dawn eh!? very descriptive .. my emotions swirl in those foreboding shadows .. i like that a beginning and ending is left out ... its just a scene presented ... but so easy to fill in .. each there own .. i like it!!
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[Alfred Kukitz]

This must be my first experience reading a poetic high!

Bravo!

Regards,
Al

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Hello Al :) Thank you so much for visiting my page and what a awesome thing for you to say, dear poet. I am honored :)

[Alfred Kukitz]

The piece Lynn is remarkable. I'm honored too!

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i love the dark...it's when i think best and learn more about myself and the world around me...please watch over me"moonless midnight" :)

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I love the dark too, my friend. Thank you so much for stopping by :)

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My pleasure :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes hurt and pain can cause our heart to fade like this....just a memory of when we once were capable of love...

again, nicely expressed in few words...i like how compact your poems are...less is more!

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Thank you for gracing my page, kind sir :)

[Adam Adams]

Something new & very captivating you've brought to your readers (as always.. you certainly do). Liked the implications of "moon" with "light" and the "spirit" with "faded memories". It's quiet hard to name such an delighted write so.. very cunning you're that you've come up with title: "Untitled". Here you leave everything to your loyal readers to decide whatever they catch off your poetic words. Very modern composition of life you've baked with dark--words. Impressive... very wondrous! The depth... the concept behind your words has much to speak the heart, undisguised. Seemed, a spirit waved across the nights; voices hummed ov'r the emptiness of darken roads; memories stemmed into present from past & the life goes lost into the grave of dark---uncertainty which further implicates, the "faded memory unto eternity". Excellent work, Lynn.

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"voices hummed ov'r the emptiness of darken roads; memories stemmed into present from past & the life goes lost into the grave of dark"...THAT,is awesome writing, a poem of itself, and wow, I loved this review! :)) Thank you, my friend

[Jamestown]

Sad but so well written and expressed!
Loss is not easy and memories are painful,
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

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Thank you so much, Jamestown

[wordman]

sad write,loss is hard to deal with,hope the pain turns to good memories soon..

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Thank you, Ron :)

[wordman]

always welcome lynn.