white egret rising
in the middle of nowhere
i wait
in utter new moon darkness
a distant light
shines on rippling waters
from which the rustle of wings
the call of a loon
disrupts the silence
a blur of silver
ascends
blazes
white on black
amid late summer torpor
still
i wait
Photo: Dwight2007 via Flickr
Today for Poetics over at dVerse we are invited to use the Moon as a theme. Thursday’s New Moon approaches and it is said that this is a time for new beginnings. The pub will be open today, Tuesday, at 1500 EDT. Please join us. The moon is such a great poetic inspiration.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Doing some very late commenting for this prompt….sorry.
This is stunning. Especially love this line… “in utter new moon silence”. A beautiful scene you’ve created and so concisely.
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Nothing more beautiful, while camping, than to hear the call of the loon across a silent lake.
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Nice poem – you can feel the longing in this piece. . I especially like the photo. 🙂
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Lovely, as usual. You have such a wonderfully peaceful way with words.
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I like the scene you painted – the moon, the night, the silence, and the call of the bird. It is comforting and magical.
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The moon and water belong together =) We do not have loons here but I can imagine from the movie on Golden Pond =)
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The Sun stays
the same rarely
changing in partial
to total eclipse.. now
ah.. the moon.. gifted
with eclipse.. partial and
full.. and better yet always
changing every night.. man
of moon i’LL be.. Sun of Same
i’LL
never
be aGain..;)
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you paint such a beautiful scene of fresh and peaceful expectation victoria.. love the atmosphere in this
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You express a vision so clearly, Victoria. Your moon lives in your words!
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As much as I love a full moon, all kinds of magic happens on those starry new moon nights! Well-captured, V!
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Lovely evocation, Victoria!
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I admire the image of white egret rising… so subtlety beautiful
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Beautiful !
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Beautiful, beautiful images in this, Victoria!
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I like the title, it evokes the stillness and mystery of the Moon, does it rise or do we fall to greet it?
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Beautiful poem!
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Gorgeous, gorgeous.
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I love the call of the loon and the blur of silver~ Beautiful Victoria~
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Oh I love this!! ❤ Especially ‘a blur of silver ascends blazes white on black amid late summer torpor still i wait’ ❤ Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sana
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Computers can be frustrating; comments are essential. This brief beauteous piece is stunning, like a new perspective from you; it has a freshness, like a lily fresh opened, dripping with iridescent dew bubbles.
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YEAH for comments! Your poems are always so wonderful — I felt cheated when they were closed last time 😦
This is WONDERFUL! It takes me back to the Adirondacks…the waters, the loon and rustle of wings. In about two weeks we will be back in our beloved Provincetown and I shall be on the deck, staring at the moon over the water again. Your imagery is so perfect here!
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In a brief poem you painted quite a scene..before dawn, the awakening of the day and wetlands and the lovely loons. Bravo!
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Utterly gorgeous! Egrets and loons in the darkness of a new moon.
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I get the stilted movements of the long legged egret straight away! Excellent and thank you…
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Great! I love this poem. It is rather Japanesey in tone. So of course, I think it is marvelous! Still I wait…I just truly do love this poem of yours. I hope you will include it in the dVerse anthology. The image of the mon as a white egret rising is delicious.
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Oh I do love the call of the loon.. what a wonderful sound that is… this summer I actually saw a loon too… they are quite shy so it’s not to often you see them
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Yeah! Comments are open again.
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