Blue Moon Rising

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Tonight the moon though twice
its size is sombre, dreary, dour
and just like that I felt a heavy
sensation that was full of angst-

I sat there as it slowly consumed
what little brightness was left and
then bruised my soul.

In desolation I stare at the streets
where a thousand die unpraised
veiling their hurt with gentle smiles.

Perhaps this was what it felt like to
be afraid, I thought as wind outside
struggled with branches.

And if we were allowed the option,
would we read life’s rough-hewn
chapter until the very end?

It was then that I was certain, that
if one desired to experience world,
would need to embark on myriad
phases and that moon is an image
of lone musings.

 

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58 thoughts on “Blue Moon Rising

  1. wildchild47 says:

    I sat there as it slowly consumed
    what little brightness was left and
    then bruised my soul.

    – the moon is by nature both light and dark – neither can exist without the other – and drawing down the moon sometimes means we must dive into the depths, and rest and listen, before we can lift our eyes and fish for the lit edges ….

    Perhaps this was what it felt like to
    be afraid, I thought as wind outside
    struggled with branches.

    – I love the idea of the wind struggling with the branches …. this is haunting ….

    as is this entire poem – lovely and sensitively drawn Sanaa

  2. Bjorn says:

    What I think of when I read this is that the moon is a giant mirror, it absorbs the moods and you feel all the love and melancholy at once… it affirms you… the moon is like the perfect friend.

  3. kaykuala h says:

    that moon is an image
    of lone musings.

    That moon can lend itself to a lot of imaginations to while away the time. It blesses one with lots of divergent ideas. Very true Sanaa!

    Hank

  4. Jim says:

    Right on with the lone musing here. So forlorn. The second last verse capped it off for me,
    “And if we were allowed the option,
    would we read life’s rough-hewn
    chapter until the very end?”.
    ..

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