Parables.
Isn’t that what the moon teaches us?
Forever tainted by deaths
and entrances,
its pout is invisible to the naked eye—
you strike to me as the dreamy type
and for reasons unknown
I am led deeper into your web.
A shadow of a dream, I think back to days of innocence
wandering the streets unaccompanied—
I walked in Spring,
dripping willows, old oaks and poplars;
one needs to go slowly,
know that soft tendril of whispered nothings means only
to tease us—
I am no longer fragile,
my pen dipped low in salted conversations;
the moon is aware of ballads resting upon our lips
the only question is,
can we tell the truth apart from lies?
The essence of my hot pink lipstick stain never betrays.
Photo credits: Pinterest
A Skylover Wordlist: Salt, conversation, parables,
ballad, death and entrances 💝
Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
Yummy and gorgeous as always … uttered, perhaps, in melodious whispers. (Smile.)
Yes, that is indeed the pertinent question.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
salted conversations – I love that, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I like the thread of pout, lips and lipstick woven through your poem, Sanaa, and the parables and lies, of being led deeper into a web. It’s heartening to see the speaker growing stronger, ‘no longer fragile’, with her ‘pen dipped low in salted conversations’, and the defiance of the ‘hot pink lipstick stain [that] never betrays’.
Thank you so very much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Ah, survival and growing stronger. Most apt, and beautiful words.
Thank you so much, Anthony 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
From the invisible lunar pout through to the stain of the pink lipstick, this piece really rocks, Sanaa! Nice use of the word list and great imagery throughout. Salute!
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I find it delectable!
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If we can go through all the phases of the moon, perhaps we will become a little better at telling truth from lies. But most importantly, we will have learned that we have the capability to roll with the changes and adapt.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“I walked in Spring,
dripping willows, old oaks and poplars”
I could dine on these two lines for days. I love the combination bright surreality of it. I can practically see the drizzle of willows and oaks and poplars sliding down the speaker’s skin, and finding root.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is enchanting. Love the way the speaker entices through perceived glamour.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
“I think back to days of innocence”
a good point of meditation in our days of Isolation
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much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love …
Moon parables are the best, don’t you think?
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, MMT 💄❤️
Pouting moon teaching parables. Love that.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“one needs to go slowly,
know that soft tendril of whispered nothings means only
to tease us—”
These lines shines like the full moon herself. Beautiful poem. 💜
Thank you so much, Red Cat 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Beautiful use of a word list. Mine was a bit darker. So happy to visit this poem again.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Poets probably can never tell the truth from lies as their minds are bent imagining or enhancing reality. So an old man can write romantic poetry as well as the young…and be more accurate! However yours is always a delight to read Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“the moon is aware of ballads resting upon our lips” from the conscious movements of our soul. Thank you for inspiring that thought, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Very very beautiful. Loved reading it.
Thank you so much, Baishali 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️