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These silent elms make paper trails of silver
moon; my haunted heart makes haste of all these
wasted things and more. Ask the acorn how
she’s grown. Ask the silent elms to pilfer
the silver moon’s glow, a tao of trees.
Ask, and paper trails out like quiet kites,
a sky of indigo paper, trails of hope; and now
the silent elms read the slivered moon her last rites.
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A san san (a new-to-me form) prompted by NaPoWriMo, day 14.
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san san … I need to look into that. 🙂
This is beautiful! Quite often with special (new) forms the “picture” takes a backseat to the structure. It takes a lot of work or a special gift to be able to meet the criteria of the form and produce a piece where the form is like a backbone upon which the poem is built — unseen but supportive.
You are a very gifted wordsmith. The poem and imagery touched me and I forgot all about san san. I was carried away by the moon and trees. Thank you!
Oh this is lovely! Love how the trees read the last rites to the waning moon.
This is wonderful, Whimsy. Believe me, I know how hard this form is and you’ve done it beautifully. I agree with little learner. The form was not at all obvious. Applause!!