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I beg indulgence in posting 1 poem in 3 forms. I will make amends by not posting tomorrow.

I watched the woods return to sleep
there in the wooded hollow deep
yet for some reason I still stayed
at my post next to a grown up glade.

All save the stars was pitch black
and the wind had become slack
due to lack of any light
Details in the world were slight.

Life was hushed, if there at all
not even insects' slightest call
alone in a dark silent place.
Was it, perhaps, a mere preface?

For in the east the stars grew dim .
I now could see both trunk and limb.
Tiny rustles in hidden brush
at last broke the haunting hush.

Then a silver top appears
as nocturnal lunar dawning nears.
I hear a far coyote call
far, far beyond the forest's wall.

Just then a barred owl finds its voice
inquiring as to my cook's choice,
then the night light clears the trees
along with slightest puff of breeze.

The full moon shadows ignite night's life
which although muted becomes rife.
An opossum scuttles his way by,
bats flicker through a bug filled sky.

My head turned at a snap of twig
and in the shadows something big
steps into a moonlit space.
A deer's outline my eyes now trace.

Deer, coyotes, 'possums,even skunks
mainly at night dodge through tree trunks,
a dark world so seldom seen by man
has come to life around my stand.

Although reluctant, I must depart
not to worry she who holds my heart.
My clumsy footsteps make all scurry.
I'll get home to warm supper if I hurry.


All dark and silence
'till full moon signals shift change
and night shift arrives

.......Free Verse

The sun long set
yet I remain
here in the woods beside a glade

Only dim star light
which bars details
of a windless world
seeming lifeless if

Eastern stars dim
but not by much
as silver sliver appears
...seen through distant trees
that first puff of wind
...first rustle of life appears

distant coyote mourns
.......and near barred owl sounds
........both herald the arrival
.........of full moon

Is it the shadows or light
which awakens the nocturnals
matters not to me

For now the wait is rewarded
as life becomes rife
bats FlIcKeR in the sky
..'possums,rabbits, skunks
A twig
..a snap
.....a deer
transforms from shadow to moonlight

But now comes my time leave
for love and home
for the time has become
half past night's dawn

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
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I think your idea of writing in three different forms with nearly the same content is more of what I would like to see here! This is, after all, supposed to be a workshop. I must come back and spend more time on this seems it is time for our evening meal.


I try to do this every once in a while to show and encourage people that any poem can be well written in any form and if even i can do it anybody can................stan

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Night's Dawn, huh?
Think I'll have to try it!

Respectfully, Jim

"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo

I keep getting this feeling that I've stolen a title I saw used by somebody else but can't remember who lol. I hope it wasn't You..............stan

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Just to set your mind at rest...
wasn't me!

Respectfully, Jim

"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo

I hope if I have they will contact me and I'll change it..................stan

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I love the free verse the best in this and Stan I think this is a great idea you have here. I have to agree with Race I need to try this my own self. Good thinking here and again the free verse is the best for me.

Great job Scribe


I have done this before and will do so every once in a while. I have found that being able to write in more than one form improves my writing in my favorite form. I am glad you enjoyed this and look forward to more folks trying this...............stan

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since 2011 you have polished so well
ur now a poetic MALL
pick and chose
lovely is ur muse

Thank you but I'm more of a convenience store than a mall lol

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It was measured on the 88th floor
of New Empire State Building
so it had to be high
but naturally
Then I composed
for all take care don't go to Mount Everest
at your age
even though knees repaired

I'll get enough rest later without everest now...........he he

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