Pale brightness of the Moon

by luxeterna

Published October 31, 2022

E - Everyone

In Poetry 2022

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The breeze whisking

gently,

the owl softly coos

A night

in the pale brightness

of the moon

-

Rushing, sweeping, 

swirling by

The headlights fade into the

valley

Lifeless blooms, meek

whimpers

in the pale brightness

of the moon

-

The quiet shuffle, the 

chitters

The thrum I hear,

these wistful tears

I lay now in fear

All in the pale brightness

of the moon

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lubnafirdaus
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lubnafirdaus wrote a review Review · Nov 2, 2022

I want to take some time to appreciate the title itself. It's catchy and a person like me would certainly get hooked on it and that's a fantastic trait while writing anything...

The repetition of the title phrase emphasizes the theme. Free verses can indeed be very controversial (I personally like them) but your poem does have a rhyme in the last stanza which catches the attention of the reader.

I like how the imagery intensifies gradually from stanza to stanza. The first stanza sounds more peaceful while the last one sounds dark which is a great contrast!

Good job! Have a great day/night!

Keep writing! :)

Thanks so much! :D

creeperfeverdreams wrote a review Review · Nov 1, 2022

How beautiful and sorrowful. The pale brightness of the moon which once brought a calm into the air now only brings fear. The white glow of the hazy moon now glinting with indescribable evil. Horrid things now happen under the moon’s gleam. Once, it brought about the night flowers and fireflies. Tis’ that no longer.

I enjoyed this poem of the moonbeams. It had lovely wording in it.

I wish you a wondrous day/night!

Thanks so much!
You too :D

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luxeterna
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luxeterna commented Comment · Oct 31, 2022

formatting won't work for some reason, so that's why there's a dash between each stanza lol



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