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"NORDIC MOON NIGHT "

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Wed, 2011-12-28 16:09

I awoke
as the full moon tapped on my window,
only a crack of the curtains was open
a thin streak of light lay
bright
on my partners bedspread
burning a stripe of whiteness.

The churning black and grey clouds
below the planet
the silhouette of the dark trees
a huge very murky shoulder
ominously rose from the west
and obliterated the glow
pitch returned
the silence swelled with presence into night.

There lay my leafy twigs
those I had chopped in the daylight
quiet and motionless
stillness
dampened by the fitful rains of september
they stole the scene
dead flowers brown and wizened
hung their heads
autumn had taken over
all was decaying

The people of Flatdal
lay in their beds
dreaming
the swollen river its stronger currents
flowed on under the bridge to the village
the great weeping birch
guarding the fields
the floodlit little wooden church
came and went in the mist.

Dyrsku'n, the agricultural show over
the crowds now dispersed back to their counties
yesterday
more than 30000 visitors
milling about among the many stores
cowboy hats, all manner of celebratory clothes
decorated the country town of Seljord.

Midwest in Telemark
the home to skiing
and the great wides of the Hardanger nature reserve
where reindeer churn the mud
and wild geese call
moose and eagle hunt for food
while mouse and fox play hide and seek.

This wild forested land of firs pointing at the sky
dainty silver birches
stunted by the shallow rocks
all vegetation clinging to the sides of mountains
wind blown weathered land of trolls
the wail of curlew thrilling
giving the sensation of a space
empty,
listen, silence, fresh air, peace,
the pure simplicity of this earth existing.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
Written on September 30th 2011. When this happened. Ann.
Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Ian.T

Sun, 2012-01-01 03:11

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A lovely write on what is happening where you are, I think that a separate poem on many of these happenings would bring out a beauty that is held in your people there at Telemark and it's surroundings.
Yes it's me "Yenti" come in to pester you again lol.
You have a lovely Happy New Year filled with all the things you need, Yours Ian.T

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So find more reasons to believe in others..

Nordic cloud

Sun, 2012-01-01 04:38

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You are right about the many elements, it was more a ramble about that time, it was in September, the second weekend is the big Agricultural show, a tradition from way back. I see your point exactly. Ann.
On the Norwegian Poesiringen I received this from its leader, roughyl trans. by me, it will suit you as he is religious.

The days come
in all colours

Each morning
light travels out

to search for us
where we are

maybe
to light us.

Arild Vedvik.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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Candlewitch

Wed, 2012-01-04 12:07

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I, too think you have subject matter here for several poems! Thank you for a look at life from where you are! This is sublime:

This wild forested land of firs pointing at the sky
dainty silver birches
stunted by the shallow rocks
all vegetation clinging to the sides of mountains
wind blown weathered land of trolls
the wail of curlew thrilling
giving the sensation of a space
empty,
listen, silence, fresh air, peace,
the pure simplicity of this earth existing.

I have no suggestions, only appreciation for the work!
always, Cat

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scribbler

Wed, 2012-01-04 22:45

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A few well placed words like "as,when,while" could do a lot to bring the many parts of this image rich poem together.........example : While the people of..........stan

Roscoe Lane

Thu, 2012-01-05 02:29

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I enjoyed this ramble very much, from your home past the river and church. Through the village to the fair and on to the reserve. A lovely saunter with image after image flashing throughout. Nice poem Love Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Ian.T

Tue, 2012-01-17 10:47

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To the village I can see from my home.

I gazed in awe as I entered the village
A beauty not seen for many a year.
Houses with window’s glowing a welcome
Held in time, as winters arms wrapped around them.
Dare I tap on portals so safe from others?

I could feel the people therein they glowed as their windows
Then I saw another beauty that nature had written for me,
There as if hung by God himself was a sight to see.
Stark rock made to shine with a streaky white so divine.
Etched in love, sorrow, then life, in one glorious shape.
Flowing ever downward to hold the village in its beauty.
Trees held to its sides as a child holding the hands of its mother.

Then it touched the village with such a tenderness that no one knew it had held them in its arms

I thought of such a joy to be a part of this place.
Ages have rolled over here only to express itself in a minuteness, where an icicle clinging to its winters home
Waits to be reborn as waters surely will flow.
What can I do? Dare I disturb this place of peace and wrapped love?
Should I try to join with them, there in their sanctuary of love and sculptured beauty?
I moved to one side and travelled on wishing them God’s peace in all they do.
Yet, I could not resist tapping the odd window, with my thoughts of love.

Ann Just a piece that came as I was writing of your village today where the beauty can only be thought of, as we live far away from your lands, that you love so.
Yours Ian.T

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So find more reasons to believe in others..

Nordic cloud

Tue, 2012-01-17 15:05

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A piece of writing that has moved me more than any other I can remember,
tears came into my eyes and I was stilled in an awe of attentiveness.

What more can I say without writing something else,
I do not wish to disturb these words with my own.

Thank you doesn't begin to thank you enough.
Such an honour so beautiful.

Ann in the Nordic clouds feeling blessed.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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Ian.T

Tue, 2012-01-17 16:08

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It is always a pleasure to write for you, as there are times that you give so much to others.
This is just a mere small piece to give to you as a thank you from all that you have given your thoughts to.
The piece it gave me damp face while I was writing it as I seemed to be there with so much peace, anyway you take care of you, we have many things to do, Yours Ian.T xx

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So find more reasons to believe in others..

loved

Tue, 2012-01-17 12:13

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To traverse the ravines of poetic sanity
Of which
I’m still unaware.

Ma’am words flow through your rife, mind,
Like water falls down the Niagara,
A noise, converted to music,
For my half deaf ears

A wondrous feeling emanates from your reads.
One day you questioned
Whether I knew any English at all?

Albeit misunderstood as I was
By my name you Christened me
''ISTAN''
It silenced me for eons
Of which I
Am still unaware

loved

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