Pink Moon ~ Part One: The upside of the in-between

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Tossing and turning I drink the moon,
its tempestuous breath melding with my ownβ€”
I find the concept of ‘averting one’s gaze,’ slightly bewildering;
do they? Really?
Is that why we choke on reality?
Now that winter has moved on and the wind is ushering
apple blossom trees;
they never tell us about the brittle, naked limbs that stretch high
in the icy abalone skyβ€”
I am slipping, stepping gradually through
the intricacies wedged within Spring are too small to seeβ€”
poetry after dark,
I want your lips, eloquent in their desire for a better world.
Leave me a note,
a whisper, a taste that follows into the stream of consciousness;
who can resist rejuvenation?
You set the pace for words to bloom, undismayed
I feel everything deeply: intentions, auras, acumen, flavours, nuances.
Is this not what the moon intended for us?

 

 

 

Photo credits: ‘Between,’ Painting by Mara Light, Pinterest

Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

42 Replies to “Pink Moon ~ Part One: The upside of the in-between”

  1. Oh beautiful Yes that’s what the moon intended
    My favourite lines
    “Is that why we choke on reality?” and
    “the intricacies wedged within Spring are too small to seeβ€”
    poetry after dark”

  2. Brilliant title, Sanaa, and a beautiful poem. I love the way you’ve incorporated nature and landscape in the lines:
    β€˜Now that winter has moved on and the wind is ushering
    apple blossom trees;
    they never tell us about the brittle, naked limbs that stretch high
    in the icy abalone sky’
    and the romance in the lines:
    β€˜You set the pace for words to bloom, undismayed
    I feel everything deeply: intentions, auras, acumen, flavours, nuances.
    Is this not what the moon intended for us?’

  3. The first days of spring always have a sort of fragile feeling to them, but i feels especially so this year. Which seedlings will survive this mercurial time and which will wither? Hopefully we can all do our part to shelter and nourish what we want to grow.

  4. Yes the Moon is really a tease isn’t it? It tends to woo us away from Earth which in reality is our only safe place as we dream foolishly of what else there is beyond.

  5. Every time the moon is full, I imagine myself plucking it down, grinding it up, sprinkling it over a blank page, and hoping a haiku will sprout. But it never happens that way, and I end up having to make one up on my own. This is why I simultaneously love and hate the full moon.

    Great write, Sanaa! Sakute.

  6. From the opening: “Tossing and turning I drink the moon,” – the idea of the restless heart basking the light of the night’s sky. You spark so many thoughts throughout but grabbed my attention from the start.

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