Let us pretend it’s June
embrace
the full deliciousness of this ripening thought
this break of day,
so peaceful is emptiness
that I should like to rest my heart
and exhale.
Let us pretend that romance isn’t as wild
and ephemeral
as we are used to thinking,
rare is the heart that’s hopeful
when slowly everything that’s revered
is dying.
Deep is the hour when strawberry moon unfurls
shielding us
from the pain that being human proffers,
to me
she is Poet’s muse,
comfort
and keeper of all things unadulterated.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Toni’s Challenge @ Real Toads
50 Responses
Best seasonal wishes Sanaa, to you, to yours… and to all_!
hearts give
beyond common decadence
silent souls
__ So often, those that give their deepest care… seek no recognition; ’tis often the -givers of human pain- that are most easily seen, and not the givers of care. _m
Thank you so much, Magyar 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Best seasonal wishes to you as well! 🎉🎊
I think I would like to pretend that there is such a moon… a moon of love…
but the moon is a cold eye at the moment.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
“she is Poet’s muse,
comfort
and keeper of all things unadulterated”
What a perfect description.
I love how you went with strawberry moon.
Thank you so much, tanager eyes 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Getting to the heart of the heart is what moon this poem yearns for — the greatest intimacy yet also the most terrifying and sad. I’ll have what you’re seeing!
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
A lovely poem about the strawberry moon – deeply romantic.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
I love the narrative voice in this poem. It is filled with optimism, able to see beyond the present to a time of plenty.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so glad you liked it! ❤️
I love it on the second read even more.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Such a gorgeously romantic poem, Sanaa, and where did you find that incredible image? I love the phrase ‘full deliciousness of this ripening thought’, like the ripening moon, and the lines:
‘Deep is the hour when strawberry moon unfurls
…
she is Poet’s muse,
comfort
and keeper of all things unadulterated’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(I found the image on Pinterest) 🌷
enjoyed this soliloquy very much.
Thank you so much, Marco Antonio 😀 so good to see you ❤️
What a beautiful poem!! Who doesn’t love strawberries?
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The moon as keeper of the pure and precious. How deliciously! Under those terms, I have no problem pretending winter is summer (that’s yet to find its coat).
P.S. I might recite the phrase “the full deliciousness of this ripening thought” over and over today. And yes, it’s your fault!
Bwahahahaha! ❤️ Thank you so much, Magaly 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
You write of the moon with both wonder and pain. Oh, if life and love could remain as it once was. Beautiful
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a beautiful ode to this strawberry moon that holds all things dear. Loved this!
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This poem is ripe and wild!
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What a delight to get lost in a sweet dream under the moonlight.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“so peaceful is emptiness
that I should like to rest my heart
and exhale.”
Me too.
I am enjoying your poems.
Thank you so much, Alicia 😍 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Ah, the romance is not as wild and ephemeral as we have been told indeed. It lies in small things, it quivers and smiles in the form of a “strawberry moon” and the hope of a broken heart. Such a beautiful soliloquy, Sanaa! Your words are a balm to this emptiness; the pretense in lieu of dread is wonderful. Sometimes, we have to practice believing for it to work. 🙂
Absolutely! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
“Rest my heart and exhale” I love that, beautiful poem, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Who doesn’t love a strawberry moon? And love your poem!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
… longing for warmth, peace, sweet inviting love… sigh
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“rare is the heart that’s hopeful
when slowly everything that’s revered
is dying.”
Oh, WOW! How I love this!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Oh, I want to sit under that strawberry moon. This is such a beautiful poem!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Brilliant piece! Loved the concept of ‘Strawberry moon’.
Such profound lines – ‘Let us pretend that romance isn’t as wild
and ephemeral
as we are used to thinking,
rare is the heart that’s hopeful
when slowly everything that’s revered
is dying’
Thank you so much, Kislaya 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is lovely! I adore these lines:
“Deep is the hour when strawberry moon unfurls
shielding us
from the pain that being human proffers.”
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so good to see you ❤️
You make me long for that Strawberry moon! This is beautiful!
Thank you so much, Alyssa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️