Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Quiet Liberation
By Don Iannone

Caught up in the beauty
of a full moon December night.
Miracles part the clouds,
heavy with august snow--
falling hard, and
drifting slow motion across soundless yards.
No lunar madness,
or catastrophic emotional tidal waves
sweeping hearts out to sea.
Only peace, and
an empty lingering sense of quiet liberation
rising in soul depths.
No urge to cry out,
like a moon-crazed wolf in the tall timbers.
Just undeniable primordial joy.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice one!

polona said...

i know what you're talking about.

QUASAR9 said...

"full moon December night.
Miracles part the clouds,
heavy with whitest snow--
falling hard"


love it, Don
Images flowing before our eyes
in cold & frosted winter nights

Kathleen said...

wow... so lovely!

...Only peace, and
an empty lingering sense of quiet liberation rising in soul depths...

that is an incredible line..!!! Thanks Don....

Borut said...

I love this one. The way of great liberation, especially for one reading it on a gloomy December saturday drowning in rain!:)

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