Mourning Moon ~ Part One: This is by no means autobiographical

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Melancholy is the colour of midnight;
a soft hymn of trees,
an orchestra which seeks the one that can hear the melody
of his own soul,
bitter-sweet, prussian blue laced with wine
and unrestrained.
With every touch its fingerprints mark me as its own;
as though a hot coal placed in the center of my chest,
the last of the conversations haunt me,
replays like a boysenberry echo etchedβ€”
isn’t it cruelty? The heart refuses to break the other’s
in half,
some of us turn a walk through the arboretum
into sonnets overnightβ€”
slowly the sun replaces the moon,
atomic tangerine dipped into the arms of understanding haze,
I turn
and walk away without a second glance.

 

 

 

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Grace is our lovely hostess at dVerse where she invites to write about colours in Synesthsia. Come join us! πŸ’

Posted for Meeting the Bar: Synesthesia @ dVerse Poets Pub

36 Replies to “Mourning Moon ~ Part One: This is by no means autobiographical”

  1. I love the colors of the night – melancholy, prussian blue, boysenberry. There is depth to sadness, like a hot coal, that can’t be taken away with the coming sun. I hope that atomic tangerine melts away that sadness.

    Enjoy your day!

    1. I will! Thank you so much, Grace πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  2. awesome wordsmithing in this one Sanaa, love
    “Melancholy is the colour of midnight;
    a soft hymn of trees,
    an orchestra which seeks the one that can hear the melody
    of his own soul,
    bitter-sweet, prussian blue laced with wine
    and unrestrained.” the colour and texture …

  3. The colour of midnight throws its melancholy shade over the poem, and pulls me into its embrace, and I love the progression to morning in the lines:
    β€˜slowly the sun replaces the moon,
    atomic tangerine dipped into the arms of understanding haze’.

  4. A lovely, albeit sad, journey through night. Wonderful word-smithing, many lines already noted. I sense an unbridled spirit walking away from sadness, arms open to the tangerine rays; walking away with dignity intact.

  5. Great lines in here! I love how you described melancholy in that we are listening to our soul’s own melody. So very true! And it is a midnight color, when we turn inward but then later the sun slowly replaces the moon. I love the storytelling of emotions and colors!

  6. I think too that the colors of the night can be especially depressing… (or maybe depression is like night) … it’s lovely to meet the dawn after a long night awake,

  7. Sorry for the delay. I did read this earlier, but got interrupted and never left a comment. Lovely poem. I love your color moods–boysenberry regret! Hymn of trees is beautiful–just perfect.

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