"Two wrongs may not make a right but a thousand wrongs make a writer.”

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Don't Say It's Not Blue

Tracks in the snow around the headstone
lit by the moon in their going somewhere—
sparrow, hedgehog, booted foot—
lit by the moon determined and blue
and there! a wreath dropped fragrant and green
blanketed by snow and lit by the moon.

For Poets United  midweek motif with focus on the moon


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I like the very cool setting, and visualizing the tracks in the snow. And then the fragrant wreath. Beautiful setting of the scene.

gillena cox said...

This is a very peaceful scene. I luv the introduction of remembrance in the wreath and sublety of fragrance

Happy you dropped by my blog today Yvonne

Happy Blue Moon


Truedessa said...

resting in peace under a blue moon.

Susan said...

:lit by the moon" becomes magical in repetition, so that everything glows in moonlight.

De said...

I love the way this spills:
sparrow, hedgehog, booted foot

Yvonne Osborne said...

Sherry, Thank you so much!

Gillena, thanks and you're welcome.

Truedessa, thanks for reading.

Susan,Thank you, it was quite a magical sight.

De, Thanks!

Sumana Roy said...

The whole of 'lit by the moon' is serene & spectacular specially when it's sketched by perfect words as this poem. Gorgeous.

Vandana Sharma said...

The picture painted with word is just awesome, wish it stays like this!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A beautiful poem; I'm tempted to call it perfect.

Old Egg said...

I am always sad when people cannot see the beauty all around them. Your poem illustrates that gift so well for it is not hard to find in any season.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Sumana, thank you so much.

Vandana, Thank you. I strive to paint a picture with words and I'm glad you saw that.

Oh, thank you! But you know I won't be able to look at it again without making a change: the scourge of a writer.

Old Egg (You aren't old!) thank you... I try to see the world untouched by technology.

annell said...

A lovely piece!

WildChild47 said...

the subtle mysteries, the unexpected as it reveals itself .... imprints, tracks, presence where one feels like there isn't anything - but there always is something, in the quiet, the long question - what do we witness, and is it a privilege

very elegant and like a quiet murmur :)

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thank you so much for reading my little piece and commenting.

Wild Child,
What a nice compliment! I always prefer a murmur over a shout.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Admirably succinct, and the imagery you paint with your words is so beautiful!

Anthony Duce said...

Wonderfully painted moment.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Khaya, Thank you so much. Sometimes it's hard to be succinct...always tempted to add more.

Tony, Hello, my painter friend. Thank you!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a stunning scene you have painted here with your words, Yvonne 💖

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thank you, Sanaa.

Liza said...

I love cemeteries and you painted this one beautifully.

Anonymous said...

Really like all the creatures moving through the moonlight,


Yvonne Osborne said...

Thank you! Cemeteries are interesting, especially the older ones.

Thank you!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful night. :-)

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thank you!!

annell4 said...

Yvonne, I am very touched by your prose and your poem. It is a perfect poem, and yes one thing does remind us of everything else, everything is connected. The death of a pet strikes deep. And soon all the deaths pile up, and we become overwhelmed. Such good companions in life, part of what is not left....the bell tolls for them.