The moon
shines down, her face
inscribing a clear path
between the banks – a silver span
of light
There flows
a torrent of words between us
a river of falsehoods
and in the dark
no bridge
This mirror cinquain brought to you by the yeah write March poetry slam!
Christine Hanolsy 
I’m seriously jealous of you. That’s all.
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You shouldn’t be – your cinquain was absolutely lovely.
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Yes, what Jenn and Nate said. That last stanza, working up to the final line, after all that beauty of the moon!
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I’m glad you liked it – it took some real work to get it the way I wanted it.
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Oh. It starts out so lovely, and then I’m left on the edge on a cliff without a bridge to cross.
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Yup, exactly. 🙂
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the killer ending. “no bridge” ❤
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Thought the “she” referred to someone close to you. Beautiful piece. Thanks for sharing
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Not in this case. 🙂 Though most of my poetry is informed and inspired by a certain intensity of feeling for one particular person.
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Love. ❤
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Thank you, my dear!
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Beautiful. The ‘She’ in question, your wife, girlfriend, daughter or fictional character?
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Fictitious, in this case! Thank you for stopping by and commenting!
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You’re welcome
Hey i hope you don’t mind but i’d like to invite you to my blog at http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com
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Will do!! 🙂
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