The moon in general abhors a vacuum,
yet somehow it comes and goes
changing names and changing faces,
as leaves curl and fall from branches in Spring;
it fills our lungs and only through breath holds,
how so you may inquire?
Placed tenderly upon unwavering magenta lips,
debris of those that had gone before – fire.
Soft rains at length adore consummation,
through and through in every drop of blood
yet they return not for many months;
it’s hard to explain.
To some, the rain makes only wet,
to others it penetrates the skin and bone–
it offers us gospel truth when the sky opens,
provided we can match up, we can hold our own.
Jaded these lips refute allegations of the world,
so gentle, so moist its impulses.
They put us in places we have never been before;
possessing the most desirable nectar imaginable–
growling and hissing
a storm that develops gradually along the road.
One’s eroticism, another’s bane of existence;
in the end it all depends upon how we decipher its code.
Dust is anything but spiteful,
it takes us from nothingness to glory–
microscopic, it awaits the next breeze to blow it away
but do we even notice?
From dust we made mountains, on dust we have treaded,
it’s just a question of how and when–
I am lost in quiet reflection;
from dust we came and to dust we shall retreat, amen.
Photo credits: Ewa Hauton Fine Art painting, Pinterest
Day Eight ~ A double challenge ~ L’Arora at Toads
and Pathetic Fallacy at PSU
Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads
Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United
I enjoyed the stanza about rain, Sanaa, especially the lines:
‘To some, the rain makes only wet,
to others it penetrates the skin and bone–
it offers us gospel truth when the sky opens,
provided we can match up, we can hold our own.’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Some beautiful reflections you make the moon the rain and the dust sound like magic
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Such truth in this. And yes, we do at times make mountains out of dust and yes in the end to dust we shall all return.
Thank you so much, Vandana 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I appreciate how each stanza has its focal point and leads the reader on to the next. This is a poem of substance, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
And some seek the joy of splashing in the rain like a happy child, while others see only a nuisance that we need to go through to get from one place to another. I think to be a poet is to open one’s eyes to all the possibilities before us.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Ha, you have combined your two prompts happening at different places today. That makes me feel better about the fact that I did it too.
Hahaha I simply had to my dearest, Rosemary 😀 otherwise I fear I would have lost my mind, so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Ah dust, we are and so we live and hide inside ourselves
Thanks for dropping by to read mine Sanaa
Much💝love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love …
Magenta lips and soft rain – lovely concepts to play in the head!
Dust. I remember that day when I read those words from the Scripture; my father’s casket before me.
Thank you so much, Hazel 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
In the end it is all how we decipher the code….yes and no 🙂
Definitely 😉 thanks for stopping by, Rall 💄❤️
It’s the dust that arrests my attention most. Even at our best, we are dust. And yet, somehow, we persist…until we don’t. Such a riddle!
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I enjoyed your poem very much, especially the last stanza about dust. Your poem reminded of Gloria Stein as well. 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautiful, deep, moving…love this line” Dust is anything but spiteful,
it takes us from nothingness to glory–”
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I understand this in many ways: “To some, the rain makes only wet,
to others it penetrates the skin and bone”
We had much rain last year – more than we could bear.
Thank you for another hit, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Simply perfect … every word. You have a ‘way’ with them!
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 that is very kind of you to say so 💄❤️
Dust is s much more than just dirt. I love the way you give it value so eloquently
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
beautifully expressed with amazing verbiage You are gifted.
Thank you so much, Anjum 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️