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Winter descending from the Sky,
Frozen Mantle of Indelible cold,
Reaching with Intractable hands,
While the Sullen Year grows Old.
Long Dark Night of Indigo Hue,
Spinning in my weary Mind,
Bedecked in jewels of Crystalline Light,
Diamonds from Eternity behind
The Violet shifting haze of Darkness,
Glimmerings of the Truth it Keeps,
Find me in this Long Cold Silence,
While my self-reliance Sleeps.
~Morgan~
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Picture reminds me of Swiss Alps. Words sound similar to what people frozen in place last week in South were probably thinking. Pretty
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very true…those southerners aren’t used to cold by any means!
Thank You 🙂
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‘Violet shifting haze’ hmmm, lovely.
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😉 I see in colours that aren’t there…don’t you? 🙂
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Oh but they ARE there Morgan. A trace of violet in the tiny remnants of the distant sunset.
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🙂 You see them too 🙂
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That I do
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and not just on friday evenings? 😉
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Nope my creative Libra mind sees the colors of vast Technicolor imagination tingeing the skyline and brightening up the shadows each day of the week. In the darker writes, there is still color dancing in the shadows. Perhaps why my blog page is predominantly black and gray, but I must color it up with my creative literary brushstrokes.
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Colours are the most vivid against the darkness 😉
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True. I like the way that sounds as well.
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Yes, but then I forget them 🙂
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🙂 You wouldn’t know it when reading your poetry 🙂
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Thanks Ever so, Richard 🙂
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Gorgeous and vivid imagery!
Interestingly, I almost posted up my, ‘bluish cold’ earlier. x
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It was all the snow today that inspired this, I think.
Thank You Ever So ~
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Both the image and the poem dance in a marriage of embracing bliss…beautifully wonderful Morgan!
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That photo simply stole my breath away 🙂
Thank You Ever So, Wendell ~
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This is stunning in it’s beauty my friend. You are such a gifted creator of images through words.
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Thank You So Very Much, John 😉 That is so very kind and I so appreciate it. Youve brought a smile this morning to start my day…Thank You 🙂
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Any time friend.
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I felt and saw your imagery in words, very nicely done.
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Thank You Ever So! Thats amazing when it happens so I am honoured that you say so of my writing.
Blessings and Joy~
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This winter had been isolating. Your poem reflects that.
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Yes it certainly has been a harsh one. we’ve been fortunate not to have had so fierce a winter in many years.
Thank You Ever So~
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I’m enjoying it but I think my mood is bit down because of it.
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the lack of sunshine has that effect sometimes.
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