To be the silence that is a full moon

By Mark Heathcote

Sun, 12 Feb 2012
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If I’m not listening to music
Or writing...
I’d like ‘complete silence’
Like a phantom on the wind...
Like a woodland, flower, sleeping.

I’d never want to bloom...
Upon that watery mauve, vaporizing, film.
A purple violet, entombed alone.
That is all I’m pining at times to be
To be the silence that is a full moon.

Here I’d listen to the owl ensconced
In the hollows of his, nuanced; heartbeat.
That registers in a taut birch root.
Here I’d be bract in a litany of leaves.
That rustles up-prayers far above the trees.

Here I’d ensconce into
Shadow shades of unknowing, bliss.
Here I’ll house up high in green ivy vines.
The little Jenny wrens nest. Oh some days,
Sun kissed I’ll even listen to her rustic music...
And be just like that quiet little phantom.
Will-o’-the-wisp
Darting-up into the ochre; mornings, mist.

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Submitted by scratch on
I absolutely admire the second and third lines of the third stanza, wonderful. I was desperate for a heart image as soon as the owl showed up - you delivered and then some with the allusion to the roots, fantastic poetry. A couple of personal and subjective points if I may? I think perhaps you should look again at the use of the commas in the last line of stanza one, and perhaps a little more difficult for you to countenance I would recommend a different choice of word than "ensconced". Consider 'shelter' it would be more sympathetic with it's neighbours and you would get the added bonus of gentle alliteration in both places adding to the shush/hush/quietness of the poems overall atmosphere. Please remember that this is only my subjective and personal opinion on what I consider to be an outstanding submission as it stands now. Thanks for sharing.