Sunset Moon


Trees stretch their delicate fingers skyward,

Silhouettes backlit by the sunset’s vermillion lips,

While Venus balances on the tip of a thumb.

Your upturned face, a chiaroscuro painting

In the starlit glow of the cobalt sky.

While the moon throws shadows,

Projecting the essence of you

 In pastel negative relief,

On the inner wall

Of my heart.

© M. G. Iannucci 2016




Photo: Sunset and Moon

Another instance of finding the perfect photo after writing the poem. Nice when that happens.

13 thoughts on “Sunset Moon

  1. Free the nerd! This is really a great poem and I really like the shape of it, like Jim said. I’ll have to give it a try sometime. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family; it’s been really great to meet you over the last few months. 🙂

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    1. Shaped poems are considered to be concrete poetry. I love that format because it activates the left hemisphere of the brain with words, and the right with an image or shape. I will post another tomorrow that is a good example of concrete realism prose. It fascinates me, symbolic consciousness (my nerdiness!).

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