Crescent Moon Poem by Laurie hill

Crescent Moon

Rating: 5.0


Crescent moon in all its shimmering glory
silver rays that touch the soul and stills
the birdsong laced within the lovers story
so silent now, for muted are the trills
the quiet touches me with gentle fingers
that play the harp within my very soul
pluck the memories, that will always linger
and the pain, that soft words will not console
remembering, how, she so very gently,
from me, she slowly took her hand
how she touched my cheek, so very softly,
and on the table placed her wedding band,
She lingered just a moment in the hallway,
then smiled such a soft and sad goodbye
placed her keys on the shelf, by the doorway
then slipped away as quiet as a sigh;

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sonya Florentino 13 July 2009

enchanting like the crescent moon...did she leave the ring so that he can love again?

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Duh Huh 14 July 2009

Aww Laurie, ive said it before and i will say it again, you always do know how to reach a heart and hold its attention in your writing hand. Very well done my friend, another gem here. Thank you for sharing your talent with us :)

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This is such a stunning poem Laurie. I love the way if flows, weaving in and out if beautiful images throughout. 10 Karin Anderson

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Shashendra Amalshan 18 July 2009

hey this again is a lovely write indeed SIR! ! ! .. very reminiscent of Karin ma'am s beautiful pieces... i liked this one too.. great refreshment indeed.... good one to relax the sore mind.. 10++ with lots of love shan

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T S 18 July 2009

This is a nice write another 10 I think

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Patti Masterman 23 October 2009

This is very powerful. Absolute peace seems much stronger than any tantrum could ever be..(smile)

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Indira Renganathan 07 September 2009

Genuine way of accepting the outbound one...wellsaid

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Ben Gieske 04 September 2009

This reads so smoothly and slowly with a hush that makes it so easy to accept the painful consequence of what transpires.

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Susan Bagley 16 August 2009

She slipped away as softly as a sigh. This is such a tender poem Laurie. The things one may remember about a moment such as this, like the hush of birdsong and glow of a crecent moon.She lays the keys on the shelf. she touches his cheek. YOu have such a gift but it is merely your lovely soul making its way through words to touch the world. As always you have my high regard for your work. Susan

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Sandra Fowler 01 August 2009

A crescent moon and a harp...your poem makes beautiful music more than worthy of a ten. Kind regards, Sandra

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