A Soft, Silent September Night

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“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 πŸ’

Posted for Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams @ dVerse Poets Pub

39 Replies to “A Soft, Silent September Night”

  1. 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.

  2. 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 β€˜perfect salt-bleached shell’ with a β€˜sting that rises within’. One small thing: β€˜it’s’ = it is, in this case it should be β€˜its brazen light’.

  3. 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!

    1. Thank you so much, Merril πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ I find I am quite taken by Hopper’s work.

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  4. 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.

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