Chaste Moon ~ Part one: Lost between the intricate mesh

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Cream-colored, the sky sheds remnants of what the moon endured
let the clouds cry
their tears, a boon for the fiery ground belowβ€”
the breath of the green hills slowed one night
as trees with falling leaves escape from distaste,
what have they done to us?
It crushes into soft red lips, devouring what is left of piety
how we start is only part of what we eventually doβ€”
fragrant
the daffodils witness rhetorical lies.
I listen to whispers of coming decades,
watch as pollen drips into the abyss of death’s dark dreams;
what have they done to us?

 

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

A Skylover Wordlist: Fragrant, ground,
listen, cream, escape πŸ’

Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

46 Replies to “Chaste Moon ~ Part one: Lost between the intricate mesh”

  1. The opening lines of this poem are so beautiful, Sanaa, especially β€˜the sky sheds remnants of what the moon endured’, and β€˜the breath of the green hills slowed one night’ makes me sad. The final lines are ominous.

  2. What have we done to ourselves, in fact? Sadly we accept the little gains yet are blind the damage our greed can cause both at home and elswhere on Earth.

  3. “What have they done to us?” This is a burning question not only for Mother Earth to lament but humankind pause, look around and ask ourselves the same question. A sad and thought-provoking piece, Sanaa.

  4. We, as a specie, are terrible at looking ahead… or at listening to the cries of all the things we share this planet with. It’s a terrible trait. One that keeps on killing, without stopping to offer explanation.

  5. The whispers may tell us something that we need to know. This seems filled with uncertainty with “death’s dark dreams” nearby.
    Words to fill the mind with thoughts and an evocative picture to add to the dreams.

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