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    Moonlit Soliloquy
    Moonlit Soliloquy
    Moonlit Soliloquy
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    Moonlit Soliloquy

    By Caroline Louise Forsythe

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    With an aim of leaving a legacy for her family, Forsythe penned and compiled more than thirty distinct pieces of poetry at its finest in Moonlit Soliloquy. From the subtle lines of Snowfall to the nostalgic verses of The Overcoat, Forsythe has composed a neat symphony of melodic chords and rhapsody.

    Moonlit Soliloquy is the author's way of understanding the unknown and embracing the unseen. Forsythe has surely come up with an amazingly good read that is at equal turns poignant and quiescent.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateNov 23, 2011
    ISBN9781465383716
    Moonlit Soliloquy
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    Caroline Louise Forsythe

    Carolne Louise Forsythe has composed creatively since childhood and her poetry and prose have been published in literary journals. A graduate of Boston University, she resides in Natick, Massachusetts with her husband and they are the parents of three daughters.

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      Book preview

      Moonlit Soliloquy - Caroline Louise Forsythe

      Copyright © 2011 by Caroline Louise Forsythe.

      Library of Congress Control Number:          2011960666

      ISBN:                      Hardcover                      978-1-4653-8370-9

                                       Softcover                      978-1-4653-8369-3

                                       Ebook                            978-1-4653-8371-6

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      This book was printed in the United States of America.

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      Contents

      Contemplation

      Moonlit Soliloquy

      Garden Song

      Passage

      Pensive Thoughts on a

      Summer Day

      Clouds

      Bus Stop

      Stepping Out

      Once I Wore an Amethyst Gown

      Elegy

      Snowfall

      The Overcoat

      The Unspoken

      Yesteryear

      To a Child

      Adriana’s Song

      Survivor

      Denial

      Concerto

      Insomnia

      Incident

      Cobweb

      Musing

      Artifice

      Memory

      August Angst

      Autumn Memories

      Images

      Soft Now

      Encounter

      Voyage

      For George

      Epitaph

      Contemplation

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      A cup of hot tea in a sunlit room,

      a spread of color from potted plants,

      an open book discarded, the last notes

      of a Brahms symphony fallen away,

      and memories that are toasty and warm

      for company.

      Words begin to tumble and fall in a quiet head

      that is tuning up like the instrument it is,

      and as clothes in a dryer, they come together, fall apart,

      assemble, dissemble, scatter, fall together; delete, review, and edit.

      Impatient to take on a life of their own,

      they become the very words you see here on these pages.

      Moonlit Soliloquy

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      It was not so long ago

      that we laughed endlessly.

      My ears were full with the sound,

      and a torrent ran from my dancing eyes.

      With a feathered touch, your lips, warm and gentle, tracked

      on my upturned face the path of the tears,

      and I waited for your mouth to brush mine

      and propel us far beyond that single kiss.

      Overwhelmed by desire,

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