Nette Onclaud Poet Quatrain

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I Will Not Forget

And as I stop with eyes quite torn
Through black of night's uncertainty,
Scales the breath to wait for fresh dawn
Erasing fears 'neath the wise tree.

Trail of light descends on relay
Hovering on boughs, so serene,
Leaves plucking tunes of evening's play
Night blessing my gray doubts , I dream.

Kissed by prayers bringing fresh hope,
The moon rises as flowers swell
While birds await starlight's approach

~
John Hamilton's Your Best Poem

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Aditi Mishra May 23, 2020 at 6:55 PM "Naive at eighteen"....so true Nette! Yet we remember everything because that is a part of who we are now. Beautifully penned and brings back memories. Congratulations on your win :)

John Hamilton May 23, 2020 at 1:09 PM Another congrats on an excellent poem, thanks Nette for this dazzling entry, so many great writes this time, worthy of a shared 2nd place!

John Hamilton May 19, 2020 at 4:06 PM Congrats on another worthy winner Nette, stunning phrasing and word selection makes this a beauty!

Krish Radhakrishna May 17, 2020 at 4:15 PM Congrats on your top win! Some great lines there but I like “ cast my lament across the sky”! Very good! Krish

Connie Marcum Wong May 17, 2020 at 1:19 PM This is outstanding Nette! Congratulations on your first place win! xxoo

JC Brul May 17, 2020 at 12:37 PM Ohh what a lovely gem! Superb imagery! Ang galing, sobrang galing!

Silent One May 17, 2020 at 7:45 AM We are all a bit naive when we are young.. You have a brilliant way with words and really know how to create vivid imagery in your poetry.. So great to have you back.. Congratulations on your first place in the contest..

Caren Krutsinger May 14, 2020 at 12:30 PM There is such a delicate gorgeousness; your heartfelt imagery fairly prances out of this one Nette.

Jennifer Proxenos May 14, 2020 at 1:44 AM Serene brilliant words and phrases combined to produce a picture perfect poem - so glad to have you and your amazing poetry back. Hugs, Jennifer.

Rico Leffanta May 13, 2020 at 2:07 PM We are born naive, but told not to look at the light until we die! Aloha! Rico

Vijay Pandit May 13, 2020 at 6:03 AM Beautiful poetry in ornamental words--as always, Nette. Skillfully crafted for a win.

Lawrence Sharp May 13, 2020 at 3:07 AM Every line is masterfully crafted; very poetic indeed, Nette, great write.

Aditi Mishra May 13, 2020 at 12:04 AM "Naive at eighteen, I drank yesteryear’s pain"...brings back memories of the years when one couldn't think of ways to end the pain and then after so many years, only memories remain, how they made one feel vanishes with age. Beautiful :)

Regina Mcintosh May 12, 2020 at 8:43 PM This is so beautiful and intriguing. I love it from beginning to end, word after word. Love to you and best wishes in the contest which I haven't a doubt you'll place highly in. Blessings ~ Gina