was it hope or fear.. love or the lack of love, I do not know how an indifferent night was persuaded ...to share it's precious gem like a cradled egg-- a birth of dreams
Howard, this poem is so unusual - to see the moon as "a cradled egg" that night shares with us sounds very poetic and evokes so many associations that you want to read these lines over and over...
Marina- the photo was so unusual for that- the oblate sphereoid shape,it seems i never see the moon in an exact way as before- i assume i am wrong about that but perceptions being what they are-- this photo was a golden egg...and the question i asked-- was from a place of humility-- such rare beauty can be a humbling experience...H
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Beautiful! So, this is what inspired those lovely words. Now I understand.
~Lynda
yes, the harvest moon-- such a remarkable sight...thank you!
Howard, this poem is so unusual - to see the moon as "a cradled egg" that night shares with us sounds very poetic and evokes so many associations that you want to read these lines over and over...
Marina-
the photo was so unusual for that- the oblate sphereoid shape,it seems i never see the moon in an exact way as before- i assume i am wrong about that but perceptions being what they are-- this photo was a golden egg...and the question i asked-- was from a place of humility-- such rare beauty can be a humbling experience...H
Oh my, how gorgeous this is. Yes, in the face of such beauty and kindness as the world shows, one can only feel humble.
Oh my, how gorgeous this is. Yes, in the face of such beauty and kindness as the world shows, one can only feel humble.
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