“Swans should never despair over ducks not liking them.” ― C. JoyBell C.
Slipping subtly through to lift the blackness is want; its brazen
light shimmers across dark waters, just outside, and streams in
through the space between my curtains. “Sometimes, all that a
heart needs is a push.”
In their dreams they sleep with the moon; freed of gravity, flail up
to dimensions of realms unknown. Herons, unlike us, fret not over
gulls not accepting them. I am a soft, silent September night sewn
by the sense of you. I tell myself misgiving is first and foremost an
external force, stating that one isn’t capable of handling situations;
are we seriously going to allow it to stand in our way?
I hold a perfect salt-bleached shell to my ear, listen to the voices
reaching out from all sides. Sweet, succulent, savory, the sting
that rises within erases all remains. I prefer stewing in dreams wide
awake.
Photo credits: Edward Hopper, “Night Windows,” 1928
Merril hosts at dVerse and asks to write inspired by a
line from “Death at Wind River,” by Mary Oliver 💝
Posted for Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams @ dVerse Poets Pub
39 Responses
I love how you ended this with the dreams that come true during daylight… the moon might be nice, but what you can hold in the sun is so much better.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
Thoughts of wild love in the city on a warm summer night flood in with your poem. Great Hopper image to go with.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I like the setting of the scene, Sanaa, with the moonlight streaming through the space between the curtains, and I love the final paragraph with the ‘perfect salt-bleached shell’ with a ‘sting that rises within’. One small thing: ‘it’s’ = it is, in this case it should be ‘its brazen light’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(and thank you for catching the typo! I fixed it) 🙂
This is rich and sensuous, Sanaa. I particularly love all the sibilants here: I am a soft, silent September night sewn
by the sense of you.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wonderful as always, Sanaa. I loved this most especially
“I am a soft, silent September night sewn
by the sense of you.
and the final line is a grabber!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
So beautifully composed with delicacy and precision. It’s absolutely wonderful and amazing. Another brilliant piece from you and a fantastic take on the prompt!
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
And there are daydreams too. Lovely write Sanaa
Much💛love
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love …
A lovely dreamlike prose poem. It’s full of gorgeous sounds. I love how you slipped in the line.
I didn’t use Hopper this time for my own prosery prompt, so I’m glad you did! 😀
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️ I find I am quite taken by Hopper’s work.
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Oh, yeah Sanaa; from the crack in the curtains to the shells on the shore, this poem R.O.C.K.S!!!!
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A dream-like September night, and the thought of the cooling breeze blowing the curtains is so pleasant. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
…sewn by the sense of you…
What a great image! Your dreamy hypnotic tale of choice making is a great bridge between dreams and reality! Well done.
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This was absolutely divine.
❤️❤️❤️
Passion fuels daydreams that meld dimensions, that bend time, that blot out negativity. Another dreAmy and sensual ride.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I admire the title, choice of artwork, and your prosery to that final line, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
A very poetic piece of prose, Sanaa. I especially love the final paragraph with its rich imagery and alliteration.
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I tell myself misgiving is first and foremost an
external force, stating that one isn’t capable of handling situations;
are we seriously going to allow it to stand in our way?
A stunning, serious poetic masterpiece.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad the prose resonated with you 💄❤️
The shell was a nice touch
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You captured the suffocating city heat, by contrasting it with the thought of wide open sea and beaches.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love the savoring of dreams in daylight, a continuity, perhaps better in daylight, more real. Loved this prose, lots to sit with.
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Especially love the way this started out. A good read😊
Pat