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Singing loon at midnight
by Jim BenzBeneath a crescent moon, the cool breeze
stirs smoke from the embers of a dying fire --
Through the night, we sit quietly beside the fire's glow
watching stars disappear, swallowed
by the same black cloud that swallows moons 07/27/2008 Author's Note: I'm just trying to get some poetry started - in the vein of Weng Wei. As is probably obvious, it's more challenging than expected.
Posted on 07/28/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/28/08 at 03:09 AM Hi Jim,
ya got a pretty god start there. it's good.
I know what ya mean. Sometimes it's hard to get started. But, it will come to ya. :) |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 07/28/08 at 02:21 PM Interesting, I love challenging myself to things like this too. I do like the piece. --bf |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 07/28/08 at 03:31 PM I love this kind of imagery! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/01/08 at 05:14 PM It's perfect. Perfect.
Please pass me the god inspiration's cup ;) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/06/08 at 05:15 PM ...jim this one really walks and talks, weng wei would be proud, so would the loon, so would the moon...charlie |
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