Chaste Moon ~ Part one: Lost between the intricate mesh

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 Responses

  1. Rommy says:

    Humans are so horribly short-sighted sometimes.

  2. What indeed? A heart-rending cry!

  3. Thotpurge says:

    Some lovely images there, Sanaa. What the moon endured is very vivid indeed!

  4. 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.

  5. Old Egg says:

    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.

  6. Beautiful words for a frightening end. I sometimes think we’re the only wild animals on the planet.
    keyudos

  7. “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.

  8. Ron. says:

    Simultaneously timely and timeless. Clearly, though, we’re running out of time. Fine work, Sanaa!

  9. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    What have they done to us… what a powerful ending. I often wonder too.

  10. gillena says:

    A strange dystopian tale as only you can tell it poetess
    Happy Sunday

    (βœΏβ— β€Ώβ— )
    much love

  11. Cressida says:

    Ominous and prescient…. all is not well in the garden.

  12. Chrissa says:

    This left the taste of sadness in my thoughts, something broken in the night. Beautiful but uneasy images.

  13. Vivian Zems says:

    A powerful and sad tale indeed. The refrain works so well to echo the cry of despair.

  14. Bev says:

    Marvelous opening lines, somber closing ones.

  15. 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.

  16. ZQ says:

    Intriguing picture…a great backdrop for this piece.

  17. 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.

  18. Jim says:

    A catastrophic event of unknown source, poet and readers left in dazed amazement.
    Nice write, Sanaa.
    ..

  19. Oh, I see you have pollen and lies too. Whether fireflies or daffodils, we are telling the same story from where we stand. Keep telling it!

  20. Wendy Bourke says:

    A beautiful imaged piece … melodious to read aloud.

  21. Margaret says:

    …the witness of the daffodils (loved that!)

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