Once after every fortnight, while I reason, in shades of white,
over queries that seem to plague a burning heart—
there shines from among the clouds, a hint of a titian moon,
“oh, you’re here,” I whisper, peering out the window,
“there is a world out there, gesturing to my warrior soul—
my story is much too complex to be told.”
Oh, explicitly I remember it was in bold November;
as each breath thawed these fingers cold—
his eyes, in realm of unkindness, raised softer sighs,
from the depths of diaries there bloomed few odes—
for rare and reticent male whom the angels adore—
unnamed here for evermore.
Much I marveled upon his manner of speech,
every quote he uttered seemed to hush sweet lips,
as waves of perfume, hyacinth, camellia and rose
spread promises of a night less dour and morose—
gift me moments true until these eyes have closed—
sustain fair distance against wily foes.
Once after every fortnight, while I reason, in shades of white,
and piece out woes that seem to derange the heart—
there shines from among the clouds, a hint of a titian moon,
“I knew you’d be here,” I whisper, and stand by the window,
“there is a world out there, gesturing to my warrior soul—
my story is much too complex to be told.”
Photo credits: Renatures.com
Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads
and posted on the ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United
Ah–this has such a strong 19th century feel, that lovely lyricism and interweaving of lines. Thanks, Sanaa. K.
Thank you so much, Karin 😊 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Oh, I agree with Karin..This does sound 19th century and I can picture the painting to go with it.
Thank you so much, Susie 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
I enjoyed the language and the tone. It makes me want to know more about the speaker… and the story that is not to be told.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😊 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
Such a beautiful flow to this marvelous tale.
Thank you so much, Martin 😊 so good to see you ❤
A Titian moon . . .gesturing to my warrior soul… Perfect. It draws a lovely picture for us as readers.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
Very mysterious, your story that is ‘much too complex to be told’, particularly when in the company of ‘a hint of a titian moon’ and the ‘rare and reticent male whom the angels adore— / Unnamed here for evermore’. So romantic and intriguing, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“His eyes, in realm of unkindness, raised softer sighs
From the depths of diaries there bloomed few odes—”…….I’m in love with these lines.
Oh gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Sumana 😀 so glad you liked it!❤️
This is a brilliant piece, Sanaa. I can relate to conversations with the moon, but more than that you have harnessed the style or tone of some of literature’s best poetic storytellers. A poem like this takes time and effort to write. Your effort has paid off in a signature piece.
Awwww!❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 I enjoyed writing this poem as there was a titian moon here in K.L last night. So glad you enjoyed it!❤️
Talking love with the moon…the fond indulgence of the young 😀 😀
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rajani ❤️
Great story telling Sanaa – I loved it
Thank you so much, Jae 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I think in conversing with the moon, stars or even the hot headed sun we show ourselves to be far more attached to this world than others. I do it to with the birds and the scurrying ants as well as the whispering trees. So they are getting quite used to me now!
Definitely 😊 thanks for stopping by, Robin ❤
Sanaa, the story, the images, and the flow all work so well to make this a beautiful piece of writing. Enjoyed the last line…and thinking about the complexity of all of our stories.
Thank you so much, Mary 😊 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
Good thing the security system was off that night!
Seriously, the Moon is a welcome confidant, in certain moods, and a comforting one who, by wise silence perhaps, is the best company when awake in the night.
Ohh yes absolutely!😊 Thanks for stopping by, Shay ❤
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The story complex…a wonderful write and read!
Thank you so much, Annell 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
This was very beautiful to read and envision…I especially love the titian moon!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😊 so good to see you ❤
I can very much identify with this beautifully-worded poem.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
This leaves me wanting to hear the story too complex to be told!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😊 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
Woes DO derange the heart, and sometimes (but not always) a titian moon can rearrange the derangement.
Definitely 😊 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤
A poem penned in the voice of a bygone era that speaks of mystery and mischief perhaps…more to tell that’s for sure. Nice work Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Paul 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
A lovely poem. I especially like the Titian moon…I would love to hear the story too complex to be told.
Thank you so much, Toni 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Such a beautiful romantic tone with the moon and woes….I too welcome the moon and speak to it as it speaks to me.
Thank you so much, Donna 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Such a wonderful and intriguing write.
Thank you so much, Scott 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Mysterious and lovely!
Thank you so much, Ayala 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Such a beautifully romantic piece ! I love the moon–
Thank you so much, Audrey 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I often converse with the moon especially when it is in full phase. There is something mysterious between the lines. It makes me what to dig deeper.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Truedessa ❤️
The bits of rhyme and near rhyme that you have infused this piece with, really take it to the next level. A poem to resonate with moon-gazers, everywhere.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Classic touch!!!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Yowza, Sanaa! Wow.
Thank you so much, Marian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wow! Just wow!
Thank you so much, Kunal 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️