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Monday, August 18, 2014

Prying Moon ~ Triquain



Prying moon,
your neon bled across
the lawn until it discovered me
burying forgiveness among summer roses.
I wasn’t ready for repentance,
but you knew I couldn’t
deny you.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Kerry challenged us to write using the triquain form,
seven lines with syllables counted in multiples of three.
3-6-9-12-9-6-3

9 comments :

Fireblossom said...

Ms. Moon tends to be wise like that.

Grace said...

I love it Susie ~ Opening imagery is just stellar ~

Marian said...

whoosh! no denying the moon, even when hell-bent on trying. :)

Björn Rudberg said...

Amazing imagery... the prying moon, and burying forgiveness. like a murder at night.. still the moon always knows that we go on...

Sumana Roy said...

Prying moon- so cleverly put and love the imagery in "burying forgiveness among summer roses"..

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So beautiful. "burying forgiveness among summer roses".

Helen said...

You were able to make the form feel effortless ~ which it is not!

Other Mary said...

That's quite a profound little bit of loveliness Susie.

kaykuala said...

Prying moon will discover lots of secrets! One just can't help but give in! Nicely Susie!

Hank

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