Storm Moon ~ Part One: Beyond the Boundaries

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Brooding, the faint slender crescent
living with ache and no serious sins
perhaps a memory surfaces to a mirrored abyss
reaching but never truly grasping–
I press my finger against the subtle breath of the East,
feel its presence
the churning chaos of scars long lost and forgotten,
I say they evaporate
or how else
could I even walk on this part of the colonnade?
Nearby, flowered and craving for a moment of rest.
On quiet nights,
in the absence of dreams, I breathe your name
there are moments when vulnerability overwhelms—
sliver-tongued
it makes us believe unerring safety, a recherché calm
and everything comes gushing out;
while I, betrayed by evidence of my body’s reaction
seethe,
feeling no different than the crescent,
than the wordless bewilderment of the East—
how foolish.

 

 

Photo credits:  The Pre-Raphaelites, Pinterest

A Skylover Wordlist: Colonnade, seethe, crescent, faint, east,
brooding, foolish, silver. ❤

Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

38 Replies to “Storm Moon ~ Part One: Beyond the Boundaries”

  1. I really like the image of the speaker “press[sing her] finger against the subtle breath of the East”. The line set my thoughts–mental eyes wide open–right in between focus and displacement. I could perfectly see that finger being pressed against a breath, and at the same time the breath is not there to be seeing.

  2. There is so much to read and interpret in this poem Sanaa. It is as though the reader has been told a secret in such a way that they now have an understanding but not quite the full story. What an excellent and intriguing poem this is.

  3. “I press my finger against the subtle breath of the East,
    feel its presence” and
    ” the wordless bewilderment of the East”
    Such fine lines in another beautiful poem

  4. This one has more sadness, Sanaa, of a longing of the unrequited heart.
    “On quiet nights, in the absence of dreams, I breathe your name”
    I understand and hope they find their way to peace someday. Well done, Sanaa.

  5. A poem moaning with ‘ache and serious sins’, Sanaa. I was also drawn to the lines:
    ‘I press my finger against the subtle breath of the East,
    feel its presence’
    and I love the sounds in ’a recherché calm / and everything comes gushing out’.

  6. This…there is an amazing balance between the emotional fervor and the calmness of the night/nature imagery. Breathless, in the best way.

  7. Dearest Sanaa, reading your poetry is such a joy. I really love the mood; the sensual brooding in your piece. And lines, “On quiet nights/ in the absence of dreams, I breathe your name…” so romantic!

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