Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Poetic Glimpses
By Don Iannone

silver moon rides high
crossing crystalline September sky
hearts fill with glee

glittering stardust
nighttime extravaganza
all eyes turn upward

courageous words
words that en-courage

like smoke
eludes our chase


M. Shahin said...

courageous words
words that en-courage'

This is really good and so true. I like your poetry. I'll be back in the future.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks M. Shahin. Please do stop by again.

samuru999 said...

Very beautiful Poetic Glimpses!
Thanks Don!

dumbdodi said...

like smoke
eludes our chase - Beauty Don :-) like always

Homo Escapeons said...

Elusive happiness is somber way to leave us...
how about some second hand smoke?

Dan said...

I'm en-couraged!

Pat Paulk said...

Excellent little gems!!

serenity said...

Beautiful. Each one a treasure. So few words, yet so rich and profound. Thank you so much for them.


polona said...

beautiful - both inspired and inspiring :)
(i stopped chasing happiness when i realised it comes by itself when the time comes)

Bazza said...

Don, I don't always leave comments on your blog but it is always rewarding to read and this no exception. Like Dumbdodi, I think verse four gives a particularly strong image.

Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Beautiful and thought provoking!

**SilvermOOn** said...

Clean, strong words
Love this entire poem even
if it didn't use an ironic reference
to my blog name!
(and I used to have a photo of my eyes looking upward there...)
You've cogently captured why I'm entranced by the silvermoon...and night...
May glittering stardust land on you with light happy feet

brenda said...

Oh! This reminds me of my drive home last night (after seeing the Dalai Lama :) I looked up at the sky and I don't think I've EVER seen so many stars in my life. It was spectacular. Thank you for your poem and for reminding me of that glorious sky last night :)

Don Iannone said...

I would like to thank all of you for your most generous and kind comments. I've read each one and they mean so much.

Poetic glimpses or short breaths are interesting. A few of you have commented that each could be developed into a longer poem, and you're right. I may do just that.

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