The tone of words one now cannot erase,
The texture of an isolated place,
The thoughts of cheer one thought one had before
Turn into thoughts of prison evermore.
Rejoice. That promise heard about midnight
Was not a dream but dawning of new light.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme of “unusual tones and textures”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (WimzyGizmo) is hosting with the word “cheer”.

Wonderful words for that image, Frank.
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Thank you, Dan!
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Very nice, Frank, love the half moon
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Thank you, Dale!
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I love the concluding couplet. It reminds me of the season of Advent.
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I was trying to hint at that. Thank you, Jenna!
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I loved the moon, such serene pictures with your beautiful words.
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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Wow. Beautiful piece Frank. I really love it. Calming and tranquil.
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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Love he ideas tone and texture like a painting. The last line gave me shivers “not a dream but the dawning I’d new light.” Perfect.
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Thank you, Amanda!
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Always welcome Frank. Sorry I haven’t been able to visit more often. Have a lovely holiday season & Christmas.
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This conjures Mr. Poe for me, Frank. Wonderful use of rhyme, and this solemn line:
Turn into thoughts of prison evermore.
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There is some Poe in there somewhere. Thank you, De!
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This is like a mini sonnet, with the last couplet opening the prison doors.
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It is like a mini sonnet with those iambic pentameter lines. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Luv the power in your Rejoice Frank
much love…
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Thank you!
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Lovely poem Frank. The hope in the couplet is outstanding.
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Thank you, Toni!
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Nice response to the Q. Many of us are imprisoned by our own emotions as we respond to our national chaos. All hail moonlight and open doors.
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They should help. Thank you, Glenn!
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Beautiful scenery in your photos, Frank, and I love the hopefulness of the concluding couplet.
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Thank you, Kim!
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light receding to dark, then a new dawn. textures through (emotional) landscapes. very nice
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Thank you!
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The moon in the day sky is magical.
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It is very noticeable. Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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I love seeing the moon during the day!
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It’s a bonus!
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So deeply beautiful with a hint of Edgar Allan Poe 😊 love the closing couplet ❤
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Thank you, Sanaa! There is some darkness there that Poe might like.
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The texture of an isolated place – that is marvelous!
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Thank you, Jilly!
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Fantastic!
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Thank you, K’lee!
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One of your best, Frank! Insightful and so well crafted!
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Thank you, Frank!
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Liked this Frank, and it is do true. Typed words contain no inflections, and can easily lead to misconceptions.
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They do. Thank you, Rob!
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Absolutely, love this one especially the ending.
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Thank you, Truedessa!
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I love the line about texture of a lonely place. Palpable loneliness.
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Thank you, Maggie!
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those last two lines leak of so much hope. love this!
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Thank you!
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Lovely verse Frank, the volta in the last two lines, does exactly as it’s supposed, turns what’s gone before around. So well done.
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Thank you, Peter!
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The texture was promising even without the sense.
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Thank you, Sabio!
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This is one of my favorites of yours, Frank. Lovely poem–I agree it’s like a min-sonnet. The rhyme is unforced, and I like the sense of hope that comes at the end.
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Thank you, Merril!
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Very good Frank. Love your poetic meter in this one. …dawning of new light!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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My favorite line is ‘the texture of an isolated place’. Fabulous Frank.
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Thank you, Linda!
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Words to reflect on, Frank
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Ah.. Yes.. A Three
Day Winter Solstice
Turn Around of
the Sun
The Birth
oF LiGHT More
Fruition of Breath’s Dream..:)
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I like the idea of breath’s dream. Thank you, Fred!
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Breath’s
Dream
Loves Real
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This is deep and profound to me, and touched my heart. Thank you!
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Thank you! I am glad it left that impression.
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love that line – the texture of an isolated place – It describes a way of seeing/being with place I’ve never been able to find words for. Ambience just never seemed right- texture is wonderful. Thanks!
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Thank you, Christine!
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