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

Comments

  1. Grace says:

    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. Sanaa says:

      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. Dora says:

    From “hymn of trees” to “atomic tangerine” you had me in the palm of your poetic hand. Simply totally beautiful, Sanaa!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dora πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  3. calmkate says:

    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 …

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kate πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  4. Ingrid says:

    A wonderful and colourful imagining, Sanaa! I especially love ‘atomic tangerine’ – so perfectly describes the rising sun!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ingrid πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  5. I also loved ‘atomic tangerine’ it’s so perfect!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Mrityunjay πŸ™‚ so glad the poem spoke to you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  6. 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’.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kim πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  7. Gillena Cox says:

    “atomic tangerine dipped into the arms of understanding haze,
    I turn”

    Very dramatic, very stirring

    MuchπŸ’™love

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena πŸ˜€ so good to see you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  8. Jane Dougherty says:

    The touch of tangerine at the end heightens the lush darkness of the other colours and sensations.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jane πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  9. D. Avery says:

    Such strong colors! I loved the visuals- boysenberry echo; melancholy the color of midnight…

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, D. Avery πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  10. 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.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Glenn πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      (You are absolutely correct) 🌹

  11. Mary Hood says:

    Love all of it, but this line resonated…”The heart refuses to break the other’s in half,”

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Mary πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  12. Kerfe says:

    Just like the obsessions of a sleepless night.

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❀️❀️❀️

  13. 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!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Tricia πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  14. msjadeli says:

    The opening line acts as the gateway through the dark forest and deep tones, to the conclusion that may not bring happiness but does bring closure.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lisa πŸ˜€ so good to see you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  15. Sanaa, I’ve always loved your poetry but this has a new depth for me. Beautiful words, emotional truth

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Deborah πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  16. De Jackson says:

    “hymn of trees”!!!

    **she swoons**

    Fantastic.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, De πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  17. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    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,

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Bjorn πŸ™‚ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  18. 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.

    1. Sanaa says:

      No worries! Thank you so much, Merril πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

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