Light can come from anywhere.
The Sun won’t interfere
Though earlier it owned the sky.
The Moon is full. The buildings rise.
The snow-like stars and star-like snow
Reminds one of the cold.
There is a bridge from here to there
And back again from there to here
Off-center and below
That maps attempt to document.
Is there a narrative in this?
Has someone sent a secret kiss
That sets in motion someone bold?
Is there somewhere some consciousness
That daydreams as the night grows old?
This night’s still young, too wise to care.
It’s cloud-hazed, bright and anywhere.
Linked to dVerse OLN hosted by Grace.
Photography: “Red, White and Dark” by the author.
Love how you have used symmetry in your lines…
The snow-like stars and star-like snow
and that thought of life somewhere… you made the winternight beautiful
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Thank you! I don’t know why the snow falling seemed like stars in that light. I couldn’t see any stars that evening.
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A wonderful poem Frank, I love to ponder whether there is ‘somewhere some consciousness that daydreams as the night grows old’
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I think there must be, beyond ourselves, or we wouldn’t be daydreaming either. Thank you!
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You are very welcome Frank, have a wonderful weekend :o)
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The first sentence is astounding – Light can come from anywhere. it grabbed hold of me and held me. I don’t know which is better – the poem or the photo accompanying the poem. Extraordinary.
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I am glad you liked the photo. I like it better than the poem. I like how that wet snow looks in the lights of this park.
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How wonderful is a star and snow filled night, almost magical. Your words are indeed beautiful, wondrous of the night.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna! I do remember it as a wondrous night seeing that light and snow.
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Almost nursery rhyme in it’s meter…I really enjoyed the rhythm of this Frank, a kind of 6/8 feel….. and the photo is fantastic.
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It is an irregular sort of common meter. I deliberately broke some of the expected sounds. I am glad you liked the photo. Thank you!
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It’s a lovely shot.
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The snow-like stars and star-like snow
I love that line! I see Bjorn picked it out too.
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I usually look for stars at night when walking. All I could see were big snow flakes which replaced and seemed like stars. Thank you!
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It’s a beautiful image 🙂
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Beautifully deep and reflective 🙂
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Thank you!
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Your beautiful photo sets the mood for the beautiful words that follow. I enjoyed the read!
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Thank you, Beverly!
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Your lines reads beautifully Frank ~ A young night, ah…the endless possibilities ~
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Thanks, Grace!
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The bridge and the snow-stars create such a great atmosphere.
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Thank you!
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Very nice! I was taken by Where is a bridge from here to there
And back again from there to here
Off-center and below
That maps attempt to document.
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I am glad you liked that part. I intentionally broke the meter and rhyme to switch to the “narrative” part below it. Thank you!
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Fantastic! Love the lines that come full circle, like “The snow-like stars and star-like snow”, and “There is a bridge from here to there
And back again from there to here”
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Thank you, Bryan! They are circular as you mention.
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There is a lightness to your poem that is beautifully conveyed through the rhyme and rhythm, Frank, and, as Björn said, a symmetry -of almost contrasts in ‘The snow-like stars and star-like snow’, the ‘bridge from here to there / And back again from there to here’, and young and old. Lots of questions to ponder, too.
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Thank you, Kim! I do think rhyme and rhythm helps to give a poem a feeling of lightness.
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Love that final line, that sense that it could be anywhere, although the contradiction between the night being too young and too wise also intrigues me…
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Thank you! I was thinking of a wisdom appropriate to youth to care less and just enjoy the evening.
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What a beautiful picture, Frank! I almost thought you wrote a free-verse until the end. The stars and the cold, very beautiful!
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Thanks, Bekkie! I tried to change the rhyme scheme a bit to emphasize a break mid-way, but I kept coming back to it.
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It’s getting hard for me to write a poem that doesn’t rhyme I do it naturally.
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Beautiful, Frank. the cadence is like music….the rhythm fits in the mouth so well. And I envy your snow. We were robbed here in the south. Feb. and it’s 80 degrees. No winter at all.
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Thanks! That snow occurred around early December. Those early snows are beautiful because the weather is still warm and the snow sticks making it great for snow sculptures which we haven’t done since our children were young. Now it is just as good to walk in it.
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I especially like the line that reverses the sameness of the snow and star image!
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Thanks, Lillian! I’m glad that got into the poem as well.
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Is there somewhere some consciousness
That daydreams as the night grows old?
Good question! One often wonders where the wild imaginations do park themselves in the vast unknown eventually! Wonderful take, Frank!
Hank
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Thanks, Hank! I agree about our imaginations parking in the vast unknown.
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powerful imagery ~
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Thank you!
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Loved the imagery and the rhythm in your poem!
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Thank you, Sreesha!
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Wow!You are such an inspiration for me to make more poems 😊Thank you.
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I am glad you liked these. Thank you!
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Interesting poem!
The first couple rhymes got me into it the end was very different to what I was expecting. That’s good!
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Thank you! I intentionally made a shift in the middle from a description of that night to a suggestion of a narrative and then back again. I am glad you liked it.
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