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Moonlit reflections

Inside the pearly embrace of nature’s spotlight
Warmed and soothed by time
At peace at last I stand in moonlight
Emptied beautifully by the moment only
How the healing eased the ache
The searing, sucking legacy of that deceiver
I know now the gift that was his heartless disregard
To free me up for this deserving heart and potency
Where I once craved and suffered in such unfulfilled desire
I glance behind, mere memory that fades each season
And nestle free of tethered thrashing disappointed hope
Into comfort, safe consistency as I had never known
A love to trust and to rely on
Foundation firm and flexible,
since it is the strength
and very truth between us
Gladly I reflect and turn away
From such yearning yesterday

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
I guess it's Prose, hopefully poetic prose... Is it less valid as a poem though? In the thick of the workshop, now I am confused... perhaps I liked my comfy lack of clarity of the distinction. I'm sure I'll get comfy again!
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Comments

What better shelter would anyone seek
than a the moon and its reflecton
where we would empty our ach
and give the heart its satisfaction

Your words are really beautiful and inspiring
Keep it up!!

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i like this
some lines seem a little long to my ear, with words that seem superfluous and (imho i stress) detract from the emotive essence of the write

and
'Emptied beautifully by the moment only' - lol - can you think of another word to replace 'beautifully' ??

i love the final lines
'Gladly I reflect and turn away
From such yearning yesterday' - but perhaps this needs an 'of'?
- 'From such yearning of yesterday' ??

love judy
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