Somebody once asked me,
what is the moon?
Does it feel our pain? Does
it observe stories as one
expects it to? I wish I’d
known the answer, I wish
I’d known the truth.
Perhaps it’s filled with woe
which preys upon the
heart, perhaps it’s patron
of darkness and things that
vanish with light.
What is the moon? Perhaps
its the cry of lovers who
mourn with solicitous night,
perhaps it’s the scent of
betrayal and of blossoms
stripped to bloodless white.
Gently, does the sky disclose
before whispers from the
dead intrude, “the moon
who you adore has skeletons
in the closet too,
and though dubious be these
clouds, let not mind defer
from seeing through.”
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Posted on ‘Karin’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads
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Poets do, indeed, see the moon a million different ways. Perhaps they’re ALL accurate; perhaps none.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Ron ❤️
I love this…talk to the moon, when lonely, when sad, when happy, anytime will do. He has been a constant companion all my days.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
‘What is the moon? Perhaps
its the cry of lovers who
mourn with solicitous night,
perhaps it’s the scent of
betrayal and of blossoms
stripped to bloodless white.’
Sublime!
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Oh the many faces of the moon. I do especially love these lines:
“perhaps it’s the scent of
betrayal and of blossoms
stripped to bloodless white.”
I think I rather think of the moon in the positive sense because it wears a tiara of stars! 🙂
PS: don’t think I’ve ever said how much I LOVE your blog title…I smile every time I open it to see A Dash of Sunny 🙂
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
You’re so sweet! 🙂
Oh the question… a million answers to that one… moon is something new for every one of us…
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I love your ode to the moon!
Thank you so much, Jo 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
We all know the moon is a glob of green cheese stuck in the sky! Seriously though, it is good to talk to the moon and to wonder what it is. Lovely poem Sanaa
Thank you so much, Toni 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Nice reference to the moon’s skeletons in the closet.
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is absolutely my most favourite bit…
Gently, does the sky disclose
before whispers from the
dead intrude, “the moon
who you adore has skeletons
in the closet too,
Oh the moon who sees it all…XXX
Thank you so much, Alison 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Hey Senaa, I especially like the second stanza and the internal rhyme of heart and dark–wonderful. Thanks so much for playing along with this lovely poem. k.
Thank you so much, Karin 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Such beautiful words, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
What is the moon? Perhaps
its the cry of lovers who
mourn with solicitous night,
perhaps it’s the scent of
betrayal and of blossoms
stripped to bloodless white.
This stanza especially brilliant I thought Sanna – a delightful read… Thank you
Thank you so much, Scott 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Some many sides of the moon and yes, I do believe the moon also has skeletons in the closets ~
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Yeah; moon is a favourite contemplation of mine. Luv it for its luminous sentient aspect
Much♥️love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I am thinking the Moon will try to keep that closet door shut. But that doesn’t always work with skeletons, they sometimes come out. So will it be hypocritical if it tries to show compassion?
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😉
“The moon watches us throughout the night
Then tattles to others with delight”
Personally I don’t trust her.
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How interesting to perceive the moon having skeletons in the closet often obscured by the clouds.
Very nice!
dwight
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Poets and moons go together. Lovely wonderings, Sanaa.
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“What is the moon? Perhaps
its the cry of lovers who
mourn with solicitous night,
perhaps it’s the scent of
betrayal and of blossoms
stripped to bloodless white.”
This is gorgeously vivid and potent! 💙
Thank you so much, Cara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
It’s like Pink Floyd says “There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.” 😉
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As Poets we tend to write about the moon in a thousand different ways.. sigh… your words are deeply poignant!
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Outstanding! The moon provokes many questions. I love that it has skeletons in the closet!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
We all do perceive the moon in our own ways
Loved these lines
perhaps it’s the scent of
betrayal and of blossoms
stripped to bloodless white
Thank you so much, Namratha 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I suspect the moon is as you have eloquently described ………..
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The moon – is a mystical wonder, for sure. Beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️