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miintikwa, then cosponsored by miintikwa and jenny_evergreen. Yay, teamwork! This poem uses no capitalization and minimal punctuation to create a soft-edged, dreamy mood. (Yes, I'm a fan of e.e. cummings.) It also uses plentiful sensory details to create a sense of "being there." The repetition of certain words underscores the theme of connection.
the moments that fill the soul
the first star kisses the glowing moon
the clouds catch on the crescent
and shred into soft tufts of cotton
the cottonwood trees release their fluff
to float over the still surface of the lake,
silence punctuated by the distant plunk of bullfrogs
leaping into the warm shallow water
fireflies twinkle as the shadows deepen,
taking wing in the soft summer air,
making quick flashes and slow glowing streaks
as they search for each other in the darkness
somewhere the moonflowers are blooming,
and the little roses that grow beside the roads,
their perfume drifting on the gentle breeze
so that it tastes faintly of honey
the hills cup their hands to hold the lake
as the lake holds the reflections
of star and moon, tree and firefly
these are the moments that fill the soul
the way the light and the water fill the lake
