.
Silence is broken
Torn open
By the hoot
Of a solitary owl
And the quarter moon
Exposed
Unclothed
Slides
Tries to hide
Behind a cloud
In the sky
.
©DGA 18 January 2012 06:13
Night
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18/01/2012 at 6:51 am
The kookaburras are guilty of the same thing here!
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18/01/2012 at 7:45 am
I didn’t know that, Barb. Will google them, thanks!
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18/01/2012 at 7:45 am
And so the birdies keep us awake 🙂
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18/01/2012 at 7:47 am
Some nights it doesn’t take much, Cin… So nice to see you around, my friend. Hope you are keeping well. ♥
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18/01/2012 at 8:20 am
Sounds travel so much better in the summer, nice poem Denise.
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18/01/2012 at 11:58 am
That’s interesting, Jake. I didn’t know that. Thanks so much.
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18/01/2012 at 12:13 pm
The beauty of a revealed moon and the hoot of a secret admirer… 🙂
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18/01/2012 at 2:19 pm
You are such a romantic, Eric. Lovely start to a tale of Diana, Roman goddess of the moon. 🙂
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18/01/2012 at 12:42 pm
The hute startled the nood mune! 🙂
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18/01/2012 at 2:22 pm
You would be startled too, Col. if you were flying naked in the sky! Toot, toot
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18/01/2012 at 1:30 pm
Took my breath away, Denise. I love the peace of the night.
With me when I was young, it was distant church bells chiming the time,
or if it was foggy, I would hear foghorns from the River Humber about five miles away. Oh, yes, and an occasional owl!
Thank you.
John
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18/01/2012 at 2:26 pm
The night is as beautiful as the day, John. Maybe not as glamorous… but it has its own appeal. I love the peace and the sound of church bells and foghorns, owls and nightjars too… Thank you too.
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18/01/2012 at 5:56 pm
great imagery. Sometimes I have no problem hiding behinds a cloud as one follows me blocking out the sun
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19/01/2012 at 5:10 am
Clouds can help a lot in keeping the sun at bay, Carl. Unfortunately here in this country the sun can burn you right through the clouds. Probably happens there too. Thanks for the comment.
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18/01/2012 at 6:21 pm
Very timely Denise. Just saw a naturalist’s talk on Owls last night.
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19/01/2012 at 5:12 am
There is quite a lot of superstition here in SA so owls are always threatened unfortunately.
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18/01/2012 at 7:34 pm
What a beautiful picture you have written here, Denise!
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19/01/2012 at 5:13 am
Thank you so much, Ruth. I’m glad you liked it.
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19/01/2012 at 3:02 am
Have you seen that footage of Picasso painting on a pane of glass? A few strokes and a perfect picture emerges effortlessly.
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19/01/2012 at 5:27 am
Now that is talent, Ben! I haven’t seen it, but will do a search… Thanks for the info. Aha: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkRS3wDg1xU
Excellent! Mind-boggling…
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19/01/2012 at 6:09 pm
I trust you were not too self-effacing to appreciate the analogy here.
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19/01/2012 at 8:34 pm
Thank you, Ben. I was embarrassed because there really is no comparison. But thank you for thinking there is. I am not good at receiving compliments. I am happy you think the poem even remotely comparable. 😀
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19/01/2012 at 3:41 am
very interesting piece!
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19/01/2012 at 5:28 am
Thank you, Eva.
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20/01/2012 at 10:49 pm
*smiling* at this nocturnal thriller, Adee – it would make a great intro to a gothic novel 🙂 – we have a resident owl in the bush near our house – I hear him if I wake in the middle of the night and it’s a strangely comforting sound
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21/01/2012 at 6:28 am
I’m glad you said that, Bb. I also feel the same. 🙂
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22/01/2012 at 4:45 am
I really like the image of the moon unclothed. WOW. That is spectacular!
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22/01/2012 at 6:59 am
Seeing the moon quietly sliding behind the cloud, Selma, brought this image to mind. I mean why else would she hide, haha?
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