Moonlight Over the Hill

Written: January 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Regina Mcintosh

"There are twilight times when only the moon will muse on my misery." By POET.
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Shadowy stillness does embrace
Showing the town such a showplace
People are fully dressed for sleep
Love aching is a wound so deep

The trees that line the waterway
In morning softness, gentle sway
She has no will but pain and weep
Love aching is a wound so deep

A painter shares his scene with care
Each moment bears a love affair
Regain some bliss others keep
Love aching is a wound so deep 

The river's voice is full of pain
Gorged in tremulous skeins of rain
With love, its beauty holds a heap
As it flows onward to the sweep

Love casts a moon hush in the gloom
Seraph love time starts to assume
The moon shone down a hillock steep
Love aching is a wound so deep

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Anne-Lise Andresen

January 25, 2025 at 12:19 PM

- Beautifully written, Las ... love cannot endure everything, even though we like to believe it :) - hugs

Duke Beaufort

January 24, 2025 at 11:52 AM

SP, I suppose there is indeed a lot of aching for love in this world. Loneliness is common. The art of the painter and I suppose of the poet can give a sense of bliss provided we have a fondness for life and nature. All very interesting to think about. Smiles!!

Jay Narain

January 24, 2025 at 10:04 AM

Nice poem and enchanting moon.

Valsa George

January 24, 2025 at 4:26 AM

A very poignant write. Her heart aching for love cannot find any joy. She feels a deep wound within her. The wound of love is an ache that won't heal easily. Beautifully written Kyrielle. All the Best, dear friend.