winter evening— moon in the window outside only cold
The poem was created in 08.01.2024. Image generation by DALL-E & Microsoft Designer.
Color & Temperature
#C2D4DD. Light Slate Gray – This color is a soft, muted gray-blue that evokes the cold stillness of a winter evening. It mirrors the pale light of the moon reflected through a frosted window, blending coolness with a slight hint of warmth, like the faintest dusk before full nightfall. It feels cold and distant, yet not harsh—just like the feeling the poem conveys.
0°C – The temperature at the freezing point, where the cold is palpable but not yet biting. It perfectly fits the atmosphere of the poem, capturing the sense of stillness and the quiet, lingering cold of a winter night.
Witches, pumpkins, shadows – this is Halloween. The air is filled with ghostly, eerie, even disturbing vibes. A mysterious atmosphere unfolds. 🌑✨👻🌫️
I couldn’t come up with anything particularly profound for Halloween, so I tried something different: I “halloweenized” one of my previously published poems. A few words changed, a bit of a disguise – and suddenly, something new emerged.
This fits perfectly with the grand monster party – eerie, but subtle. No rhymes, not for kids, but rather a quiet, flickering kind of horror that lingers in the shadows.
Here, I’ve gathered profound and beautiful sayings and quotes about the moon. They capture the untold fascination and symbolic power that emanates from it.
These words deepen the many facets of the moon as a symbol of our innermost desires, dreams, insights, and growth. Consider the secret-whispering night sun as a mirror of your own soul, and learn from its quiet wisdom. May these words accompany you on your own personal moon journey, offering new inspiration time and again.
moonlight— seeing everything and yet utterly alone
Written on January 1, 2024. Visualized by AI, specifically by DALL-E & Microsoft Designer.
Yes, I prefer minimalism, sometimes—more or less. Recently, more often again. Then I think, in a few lines or with just a handful of words, everything can be said. You don’t have to struggle to find the right words; you have to get rid of them, and that’s just as hard—at least. But sometimes, it’s not. There are things for which even a whole novel isn’t enough.