Shattered in ecstasy,
the moon bends down to whisper into my ear,
perhaps it has sensed a sliver of soreness behind–
a decade has passed,
were we if only songbirds perched upon a tree with just seasons
to guide us correctly;
I’d never have to worry about a thing.
The birds possess perfect faith, with a song that reverberates deep
inside their bodies; and I wonder,
how is it that we as a species are more than different?
I am uncaged, slowly becoming part of the silence required
to observe their ways—
my lips defying darkness that threatens to engulf unremittingly.
Is it considered a drought if I am gasping for you?
There is no telling the distance, how high these clouds climb–
listen,
in the end, it’s pain that saves us when the world fails to give us
what we have earned; the exposition of truth,
I can hear the birds this morning– their chirping is a sign,
it’s conveying a message.
Love wounds but deprives not of emotion.
Photo credits: Artwork by Ransom and Mitchell, Pinterest
Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
Oh, how sad that last line! I sense much underlying anguish in the whole piece.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
A lot of truth in the ending. Loving and being loved can come with all sorts of hurts. But oh, the ways the experience makes us feel makes it all worth our while (most of the time).
Yes, absolutely. Thanks for stopping by, Magaly 💄❤️
A powerful ending Yes love wounds but it also gives us the emotions I love the intertwining of bird and man. The wish to have the faith and song of a bird “I am uncaged… beautiful poem
Thank you so much, Marja 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
What an image of a moon shattered in ecstasy, Sanaa! I love the thought of being ‘songbirds perched upon a tree with just seasons / to guide us correctly’, and the passion in the question: ‘Is it considered a drought if I am gasping for you?’
Thank you so very much, Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
it’s pain that saves us when the world fails to give us
what we have earned; — i like that Sanaa – I think it is echoed in my poem as well… 🙂
Yes 🙂 we are on the same wavelength today! Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Pain is there for a reason, even when it hurts. Excellent words.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Anthony 💄❤️
How cruel we would be if we were deprived of emotion, however we do seek love and happily give it too….but if we are sad there is always the hope of another brighter day
I agree, Robin! We humans would be ruthless without emotions. Which is why we must never give up hope! 💄❤️
Oftentimes love affairs don’t have straight lines. They’re unruly, sometimes messy, and it’s hard not to envy anything that seems to be living a less complicated existence than you are. But I think of the wonderful parts of love too, and it’s worth going through the bits of messy to get to the good stuff.
Thank you so very much, Rommy 🤗 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This poem flashes in and out and I feel that I could read it on different days, in different seasons and see other facets. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
If it’s love that wounds us, we can deal with that. But if it’s hatred? Well…
Then that’s another story …. yes! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, MMT 💄❤️
Sanaa, the anguish threads its way through every word here. Painful and beautiful.
Thank you so much, Linda 😘 so good to see you 💄❤️
‘Is it considered a drought if I am gasping for you?’ I believe so, the worst kind of drought.
Thank you so much, Helen 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“Love wounds but deprives not of emotion”
WOW a dinamite ending Sanaa
Happy Sunday
Much💖love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love …
your poem tells of wonder and the mystery of birds. i enjoyed it while reading through it.
Thank you so much, Humblekind Poet 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Your brilliant poem finds me in a similar state of mind. And it is brilliant. So many quotables. I feel the bittersweet tension throughout this poem; the slim solace of learning through the suffering.
Sanaa, your words hit me in the chest. It is a good ache.
Thank you so much, Barry 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
The last line is the clincher!
Love wounds but deprives not of emotion.
This shall stay with me.
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Pain, we learn from it, we grow from it… “Is it considered a drought if I am gasping for you?” Love that line! Great writing as always!
Thank you so much, Susie 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
Beautifully written, as usual. My favorite line is, “Is it considered a drought if I am gasping for you?”
Thank you so much, Jenna 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Lovely! There is so much to learn from all life on this planet … and most certainly from the birds … with their soaring flight … their responses to the environment … their birdsong … and their silences. My favorite line:
“I am uncaged, slowly becoming part of the silence required
to observe their ways—”
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The idea of the moon bending down to whisper to you is sublime!
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
My two favorite things, the moon and songbirds!
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“The birds possess perfect faith, with a song that reverberates deep
inside their bodies;” – I hear the different bird songs, sometimes each bird has a slight distinction as each mate calls to the other.
This sad turn is reflected throughout: the pain and the love that wounds. Maybe the Strawberry Moon reflects the sadness of the world?
Maybe! Thank you so much, Joel 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️