On this frosty night,
stars blow themselves
to smither-
eens
and
fall
like feathers.
Silvery hisses and splutters
of white noise
in my ears
rush like the ocean
on shingle,
a symphony of moonlight,
on this frosty night.
Kim M. Russell, 19th January 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Mustn’t Be Fancy, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
This weekend, Magaly uses a quote from Mary Oliver, who sadly died this week, to inspire us to write a new poem that “mustn’t be fancy”. We are encouraged to craft poetry that wastes no words.
I’m not quite sure what I love most about this poem: your description of snow… or, perhaps, that final image your words send right into my brain– what a feast, “a symphony of moonlight” makes. I also appreciate the reality you’ve woven into the poetry (are your ears getting better?), and how you’ve turned something rather uncomfortable into warming poetry.
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Thanks so much, Magaly. I wasn’t sure whether it was my ears or actual sounds from the frosty sky! I can hear better now that my ears have been syringed at the doctor’s surgery but I still have to go to a hearing test on Tuesday. I don’t think they can do anything about the tinnitus, though.
How are you keeping at the moment? I hope your piano man is spoiling you plenty. 😉
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Probably a combination of both. I hope your hearing test brings the best results.
I’m doing all right, at the moment. Slowly moving through the OMG-are-those-gigantically-swollen-feet-mine? stage of the chemo process (it doesn’t last too long). And yes, getting ridiculously spoiled. 😀
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I LOVE stars falling like feathers. A BEAUTIFUL poem, so effective in its simplicity and gorgeous imagery. Wow.
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Thank you so much, Sherry.
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A lovely reminder of Ms. Oliver and her poetic style.
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Thank you, Helen.
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I like how you broke out ssmithereens. The descrition of thestars falling is beyond lovely Kim. And the sound the ocean makes on shingles. Woncerful!
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Thank you, dear Toni!
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My goodness this is good! ❤️ I love “Silvery hisses and splutters of white noise in my ears rush like the ocean on shingle, a symphony of moonlight.” Wishing you the best for your test on Tuesday 🙂 Love and hugs! ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa! Love and hugs winging their way to you, too! 🙂
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I’m looking forward to such a night here in PA. Thank you for the lovely imagery ahead of the storm. I love the sound of snow on a quiet street.
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Thanks, Rommy. So far we have frost and a few snowflakes. It seems to be holding back for a big one!
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I love how you break the line so short to describe the cold of the night… exactly the way you speak in cold weather.
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I’m so glad you commented on that, Bjorn.
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I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, Kim. Such a vivid and multi-layered depiction of cosmic motion. Superb.
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Thank you so much!
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This poem was great Kim!
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Thank you!
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This was beautiful Kim, no words wasted…
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Thank you, Rob.
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Love the image of stars fall like feathers and how beautiful is the symphony of moonlight! A lovely read.
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Thank you, Sumana.
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Ah, you must live on MY street. Smiles. Love a symphony of moonlight, and I picture the stars falling like feathers to be the snow we had for 24 hours yesterday. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Mary.
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Gorgeous – especially the symphony of moonlight.
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😊
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this is a wonderful “sounds” poem — engaging the senses the way you have certainly brings it all very vividly to the front – and lands us squarely there! it’s wonderful – and descriptive and I just want to wrap myself in the deep indigo silver studded night!
glad to hear you’re feeling better and can hear more – hopefully you’re tests will yield good results and you continue to be on the mend ….
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Thank you for the kind comments about the poem and the well wishes!
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To the heart!!
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Smiles!
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Ive always looked to clouds as having the airiness of cotton candy. Luv the lightness of your stars
Happy Sunday
Much💖💖💖love
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Thank you, Gillena! Happy Sunday with love!
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Sputtering moonlight and exploding stars–how did you make this both peaceful and magic?
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I really don’t know!
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The scene unfolds before the reader’s eye – beautiful.
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Thank you, Kerry.
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Aaaaaahhhhh.
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I had to read this two or three times to delve into your poem’s meaning and there was this underlying feeling of sadness and loss that emerged as the author (you) tries to make sense of life! Mind you I am as crazy as a coot!
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Not crazy – sensitive and deep thinking, Robin!
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I could see and feel this.
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🙂
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This was beautiful a second time Kim. I just posted about the Ancients.
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Thank you, Rob. I haven’t got around to reading everyone’s poems yet – I’ve just had a strange weekend and a hellish afternoon today. Back to normal tomorrow, I hope.
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Love it! A beautifully rendered piece wonderfully bookended with the perfect line of repetition (symploce: repetition, as I recall, from the essay on repetition that Sherry and I put together – the various types of poetic repetition having the most exotic names ~ who knew ~ ha)
stars blow themselves
to smither-
eens
and
fall
like feathers.
Is stunningly visual – in my mind’s eye.
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Thank you for your kind comments, Wendy.
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A lovely spirituality about this poem – noticing such beauty that often gets overlooked… lovely.
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Thank you so much, Margaret.
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The moon has become very popularized by the weatherman as of late . Ours needs to read your nice little ditty. We had frost this morning on our rear car window., at 41 degrees F.
Last night we visited old London, by taking our granddaughter to see the New “Mary Popins” movie. It was refreshing.
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It was too cloudy to see the red moon here but I did see a spectacular sun rise over the North Sea this morning!
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“a symphony of moonlight” Beautiful visual poem
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Thank you, Susie.
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Beautiful, Kim. The image of the stars scattering and falling like feathers….aaaah! I’ll swop that image for anything.
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Thank you, Viv.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Powerful and impactful . Do visit my thought here https://sunniesmybunnies.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/thought-of-the-night-2/
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Thank you.
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Welcome
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Oh, lovely. So wintry – made me shiver.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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