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I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.

Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.

But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the

The velvety Dress of NightWhen night
Raises her velvety dress
And wraps me up
In merciful darkness
All my ways guide me
Back to myself.

Through the vale of despair
Lead my paths
To the forests of mourn -
Guide me to a lake
Fed from my tears.

The trees whisper of past times
Of happiness and sorrow,
Whisper with a voice of yearning
Of dreams and wishes.

The wind brings me tidings
Of those who left
Whose dreams haunt me
Every night.

Silent voices tell of ties
Knotted by magic power -
Inseparable.
Whisper questions
That move my heart.

When night
Raises her velvety dress
And wraps me up.

The Birth of a New LightThe days are cold, the nights grow dark.
The garden has now turned grey.
The icy chill is freezing lake as well as bark.
The first snow has fallen earlier today.

The days are grey, the nights are long.
The garden has now turned white.
But from afar I hear a song
And see a wonderous light.

Up in the winter's dark night-skies
I see a bright new shining star
And in the air a great song lies.
The light seems not so far.

The night - it is the Christmas night -
It has come round now at last.
It turns all the darkness bright.
It gives the world a joyous sight.
It strikes for me a newborn light,
Embraces me with all its might
Before

Winter Moon in the ForestDeeply imprisoned in white frost,
The winter forest lies covered with snow,
Tells of long gone times,
Lapsed into the distances of the forests.

The wind sings silently past melodies,
Sensible while fading away,
When I listen in the silence
And see through the cold.

White flakes are driven by the wind.
Trembling leaves are blown with snow dust.
And some kind of sadness
Is weeping crystals here and there.

And a chill lies in the air.
A snow that once was a bud
Is falling on Earth's soil.

In the bright shine of the full moon night
Filigree trees clad in black form
A lane along the edge of the forest,
Dream themselves into the s

Entreaties to Nature

You gave us the sun for our time
And we know that when it will sink forever
Also each life on this planet will be extinguished.
In vain were all hopes, plans
And their fulfilments.

Let our hearts love and not hate,
Let our hands do good whenever it is needed
So that they help and do not kill.

Let our transitory and often hard lifes
Find faith and support with your powers.
With that we put up resistance to
Injuries and afflictions and do not let us
Deviate from our good intentions.

When our lips express our thoughts
Let them always form words of truth and of good will.
And that nobody is harmed in his dignity and reputation
By

Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another world
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.

I lay at the creek and think of you,
Not far from me you are standing.
The water is quiet,
Your leaves do not rustle,
Silenced in my heart as well
Every day's pain neverending.

You give me strength,
You comfort me,
Also in the greatest need.

My thanks are yours,
My good friend, my tree,
Forever,
Never I would like to miss you.

You are the ashes,
Burnt in many dreams.
But from your ashes,
The diamond is forming itself.

I hold a diamond into the starlight,
Move myself to its radiance.
How the ligh

Hymn to the MoonIn the hours of your brilliance
Dark soul's child is dying.
You cause new visions -
The sad eye becomes blind.

Moon, mirror of the sun in the darkness!

Kisses are easily shed
In your protective refuge.
Caressed by Venus' whisper
Prohibited barriers yield.

Moon, celestial crown!

Illuminator of the star map,
You show the way to the lost.
Those who seek shelter in the bright light
Cower at the wooden bridge.

Moon, watch-tower of deliverance!

Underneath your canopy
All earth-creatures are sleeping.
In your lap you gently rock
Germinating traces of life.

Moon, bearer of life,
Executor of time,
Galactical guardian!

Moon, patro

Dream of an Elf

There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.

Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.

There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.

Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection o

Eternal Wood

Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
In your halls dwells peace.
With your incessant rustle
You still the longing of my heart.

In silent devotion, the mouth must
Fail there miserably.
Only bird-singing has here the right
To beat the time.

Each tree loves its neighbour,
Together they carry the weight.
Caress each other tenderly with the branches,
Hugs themselves when they like.

For how many animals do you offer
A safe habitat?
For how many flowers do you care
Which trust blindly your protection?

Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
Mother Earth may preserve you.
At all times and forever
You should develop yourself

Eyes in the ForestIn the wild wood, in the dark forest,
Beyond human eyes.
There lies the world under a magic spell,
The fog never evaporated.

The trees are tall and grey there,
They sway and lament.
Tales they whisper furtively
Of long forgotten elder days.

In mossy lichen and fern shrubs
Silently dance the elven folk.
They weave the veils of mist
And turn around in circles.

In the wild forest, at a dark place,
Hidden away from human hands.
There the old tale still lives,
Its secret never discovered.

Deep between stone and root work,
In a dark chamber,
A dwarf is forging with magic power,
Wields steadily his hammer.

And high up in dense branch entangleme

Black Bird of Winter NightSnow-covered are the fir-trees,
Breaking under the weight.
Fogs are spinning and spreading
Along paths and ravines.

Snowflakes fall softly like in a dream -
I wander silent through the limitless space.
And far away, world and time sink with me
Into the great white solitude.

In the evening, smooth dark wings
Spread gently blessing
Over all hills and forests
The comforting night.

Black bird of night,
My glance strikes you.
Far, immense far,
You are flying and you never come back.

Time stands still when I see you.
Gently the clouds pass by.
When day goes to rest
Then I want to flee with you.

Away, lost in the night,
Accompan

My Old Friend

I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.

Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade

Night in the Autumnal Wood

Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.

The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.

Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.

But in the middle of the wood –
There is a clearing fair –
An elf is sitting under the trees –
Lost in musing –
I was sunk in better times.

Silent, timeless -
One with nature –
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.

The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves

Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of her
stomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed as
the men passed by, eyes tightened against winter winds
while drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,
cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hidden
from the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breathe
as the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran with
precious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russia
behind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only by
their wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the people
born in a wi

Deeply rooted in Mother Earth

Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.

As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.

So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!

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I am alone. Everywhere reigns silence.
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I am yearning for the leaves' abundance –
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Violent winds rush through the dark wood,
I feel –
The leave-strewn soil is bitter cold.

Colourful leaves lend wings to fantasy,
I look around –
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Thick beech trunks are ivy-clad,
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Star Child in Winter

by *Malintra-Shadowmoon, Dec 1, 2012, 4:04:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Carefully, I step on the white dusted grass.
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.

My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.

In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.

I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.

Then, at last – the clouds flee
And unveil the radiating face of the moon.
Its illumination seems to cover everything
With liquid silver.
Shimmering gold is mingling among the
Silvery glittering night-blue sky.
Unnumbered stars are strewn into the night.

High up I lift my face.
My eyes catch the light of the moon and the stars.
I know that the time has come.

Determined I lower my head,
Raise the branch I hold to my heart, then to my brow.
Take a deep breath.
Nearly imperceptible I nod and bow.
I have understood.

Star Child in Winterby *Malintra-Shadowmoon

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Winter has come - with all the beautiful leaves lost and dusted with white as we have no real snow in my area. It is something water mixture - yes, white-coloured water

Contribution to the "Winter Wonderland" - Contest by the

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Critique by ~LeviathanandTad Feb 18, 2013, 3:58:11 PM

This is one of the greater poems I've seen lately. I love how you described the details of your surroundings so elegantly, using simple words and then just putting an amazing word in the midst of it all. I absolutely love how you described it so I could place an image in my head without going too much like Charles Dickens. I have a question: Is this about death? In the last few verses, it almost seems like it. Perhaps it could be taken like it's about learning or something else entirely. I'm curious to know. I also see no grammar issues, which earns you an even higher score. I love it with all my heart. I say this is my new favourite poem. Thank you, and bravo! Keep up the excellent work, my friend.

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*H-A-Cooke Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Technique: (alterations to original text are made in bold and described, in an effort to articulate how I experienced the piece).

"Carefully, I step on the white dusted grass,
frozen evening dew moistening me.
I do not feel the cold,
Only the silence of the night surrounds me."

Punctuation

Commas: In poetry the Comma (,) functions as a minute pause that helps increase the flow of the piece and separate different motions and ideas.

Periods: A period (.) in poetry puts an end to a train of thought and signals to the reader that they will be moving on to a new action or new set of ideas. If you're intending to use a "stream on consciousness" in your piece use periods only when you want to bring attention to a moment in time.

Word Choice (puts power behind your lines)

1. "I do not feel the cold," versus "It is cold – I do not feel it."

^ You can bring attention to details by stating them, rather than drawing out the line. Can you see how the first option (with the suggested edit) is more powerful? Your words haven't been changed, just put in a new order.

2. "Only the silence of the night surrounds me." versus "Only the silence of the night is all around me."

^ The more direct you make a line - using less words to get across the same idea,- the easier the reader falls into the mind of the Speaker and is able to experience the setting and physical senses of the moment.

"An icy wind entangles my hair,
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out "seeking help and protection
from the branch of a tree."

1. "An icy wind entangles my hair," versus "My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind"

^ I really love this line, the inclusion of something I can imagine in the winter time. Do you see how quickly the reader can be "in the moment" if you go directly to the action "icy wind entangles" rather than muddling it with lots of words? Also, I really love your use of the word 'entangled' to describe your hair, a nice action word that creates a strong image.

2. "I reach out "seeking help and protection/from the branch of a tree." versus "I reach out for the branch of a tree/
To seek help and protection."

^ The interaction between the Speaker and the forest shows a strong link, physically and spiritually, between the two. See how much stronger the edit is - for imagery and motion - than the original phrasing? It's still your words, just rearranged.

"In front the trees welcome me
in awesome loftiness,
At the clearing I am heading to –
a spiritual place."

^ There's a lot going on in this stanza. The more brief you are with words, and more clear you are with descriptions: like "welcome me" and "awesome loftiness", the easier it is for the reader to feel the magic of the location, to feel a spiritual connection to the forest.

"I stop in the middle of the circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath is heard.
Time stands still."

Word Choice - The versus This

^ Some words are more concrete than others. 'The' gives a specific magic to the clearing the Speaker has chosen, rather than 'this' giving it a more generic delivery and tone.

1. "I wait and only my breath is heard.
Time stands still." versus "I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still."

Concrete versus Abstract

^ Phrases like "can be" and "seems to" take the reader out of the moment, transforming the forest into a background image instead of a foreground image. But, if you replace those phrases with words that point directly to the 'breath' like "is heard" and "stands still" we are drawn more closely to the moment and to the feeling of immensity that you set up with the words "eternal" and "perfection."

"At last – the clouds flee
unveiling the radiating face of the moon.
Its illumination covers everything
With liquid silver."

^ The same advice about Concrete versus Abstract imagery. I also really like the word "radiating" to describe the moon. It gives the moon a power and beauty, showing the Speaker's perception.

"Shimmering gold mingles among the
Silvery unnumbered stars in
the glittering night-blue sky."

^ Although a line is omitted, the descriptive words add more flow and create images in a stronger sense when the words 'silvery' and 'glittering night-blue sky" are separated into lines that describe objects that makes sense: "silvery start" "glittering night-blue-sky."

"High up, I lift my face
eyes catching the light of the moon and stars.
The time has come."

^ If you remove ques that we are in the Speaker's mind (which we stay in for the whole poem) "the time has come" holds more weight in terms of enticing the reader to finish to the last stanza. Also, changing words and phrases to flow correctly, and to put us in the immediate emotion of the moment will make your lines and content support each other, while at the same time tying together the piece as a whole.

" I lower my head,
Raise the branch I hold to my heart, then to my brow.
Take a deep breath.
Nearly imperceptible I nod and bow.
I have understood."

^ This is a fantastic last stanza! The only change I recommend is to remove the word "determined." You show that the Speaker is determined through the actions of lowering the head, lifting the branch and the spiritual emotion attached to each gesture. the end Line "I have understood" really echoes in the mind of the reader - at least it does for me. I get the sense that the Speaker of the poem has given me a lesson, that I understand innately, although struggle with the immensity of it logically. Great job!

Below is the poem all together with recommended edits (which you can chose to use or not use depending on how you want the piece to be interpreted by the reader:

Carefully, I step on the white dusted grass,
frozen evening dew moistening me.
I do not feel the cold,
Only the silence of the night surrounds me.

An icy wind entangles my hair,
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out "seeking help and protection
from the branch of a tree.

In front the trees welcome me
in awesome loftiness,
At the clearing I am heading to –
a spiritual place.

I stop in the middle of the circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath is heard.
Time stands still.

At last – the clouds flee
unveiling the radiating face of the moon.
Its illumination covers everything
With liquid silver.
Shimmering gold mingles among the
Silvery unnumbered stars in
the glittering night-blue sky.

High up, I lift my face
eyes catching the light of the moon and stars.
The time has come.

I lower my head,
Raise the branch I hold to my heart, then to my brow.
Take a deep breath.
Nearly imperceptible I nod and bow.
I have understood.

*H-A-Cooke Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I wanted to leave a more in depth critique than 100 words (so I apologize ahead of time if the Technique section has a lot of commentary. I tend to explain my suggestions in depth.

Vision: 3/5

I can sense where you are taking the poem, but the imagery, which at specific lines could enchant me, falls short. It feels like I'm being told instead of shown the action and the lesson. Yet, I am further intrigued by the voice of the Speaker, because the Speaker seems enchanted and questioning.

Originality: 4/5

I feel like I go through a journey with the Speaker, discovering something insightful at the end. But, some of the images could be shown, rather than told. It's enjoyable to be given a strong sense of place in a poem. I can feel and smell the forest, the cold, and I can almost see the moon and stars.

Impact: 5/5

Despite the fallen moments, I keep returning to this piece. There's just something about it that "turns the gears" of my mind. It's hard to articulate what I'm connected to, and I think that leaves room for the poem to be improved.

~UPlover Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This was so wonderfully described and I lived reading this poem. You have a very good description about winter. Wonderful job!!

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks a lot. I am glad that you like it

~shehrozeameen Mar 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This poem's integration of the person becoming part of the winter itself is a naturalist aspect that can be taken in multiple perspectives.

For me, it represents that the person desires a certain purity; but to attain this purity, that person has come to acknowledge that they must hibernate; they must do so, for their souls to come to terms with their own nature that yearns not so much to be freed, but rather to be calmed down.

In that perspective, its a well written poem. However, this is my opinion - what it originally meant, is known to you.

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks for that really beautiful critique

~shehrozeameen Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Your welcome.

~FangingKillaDawg Dec 24, 2012 Student General Artist

that's beautiful.

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Dec 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks a lot

~tokikomosoto Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Finally a litterature piece in Etheric kingdom

or maybe its cuz i havent been here in a while '__'
probably.
anyway..
this was an amazing piece of imagery ^_^

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