they say the pines a’whisper,
a rustling lullaby song,
as the breeze plucks at treetops,
and cool nights grow dark and long
but their sound does not lull, no,
it sings harshly of a ‘bye,
disappearing in shadow,
and cruel whispering of lies
there’s no bogeyman hiding,
in the darkest nooks of night;
it’s absence that’s a’haunting,
hollow howls in the moonlight
-image via Pexels; revision of older poem as part of Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ prompt, hollow
Gorgeous!! ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Oh, a song of a ‘bye… gorgeous.
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Thank you so much, Merian.
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I adore the rhythm and yes… absence is often far more haunting than “fear”…
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Thank you so much, Margaret!
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Such a haunting scene….I can almost hear the wolf howls.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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Great poem, Angela!! Beautifully penned! Always love poems on Trees and Breezes!!!
Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!
xoxoxo
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Thank you so much, Chuck! I always appreciate your lovely feedback.
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This was beautiful
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Thanks so much, Drew.
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Beautiful 👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you, Rita! 💜
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I love the texture and rhythm of this, Angela! Beautiful!!!
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Thank you so much, Susan! 💜
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Beautiful writing!
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Thank you so much!💜
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Love the concept of absence being a haunting. The entire poem has a gentle rhythm with delightful sounds that flow beautifully to the end.
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Thank you so much, Cubby! 💜
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My pleasure. 🙂
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