There is a moon inside my poetic being
Sanaa -
February 16, 2019
Earlier PoemsPoetry

“There is a tide in the affairs of men,” ― William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar

The moon is an outline of your face
during
midnight musings as though time spinning
backwards
and emotion bursting forward like tea rose,
there is a tide
in the affairs of soul
a rising blush unfettered by clouds,
but who would be the one to unravel it’s message
as mysticism begs the direct passage of heart,
February,
a slow dance that gestures to the swirl of wind
where I did not hesitate
to unburden
all that was going through my mind,
so don’t tell me
what if the moon disappeared?
I’d rather the ground beneath me shattered
and swallowed up the pain.

 

 

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34 Responses

  1. Magaly Guerrero says:
    February 17, 2019 at 7:48 am

    “there is a tide
    in the affairs of soul”

    So very true. A detail we should always keep in mind, I think–love can turn turbulent, best keep our feet firm on the boat… while enjoying the dance of the waves.

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  2. kaykuala h says:
    February 17, 2019 at 8:38 am

    The moon is an outline of your face
    during midnight musings

    A classic opening on the joys of having the moon up there. Can’t think of having to miss its existence. Wonderful wordcraft. Sanaa!

    Hank

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  3. Toni Spencer says:
    February 17, 2019 at 12:25 pm

    If the moon disappeared? I think we would all of us fade into kunacy.

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  4. Kim M. Russell says:
    February 17, 2019 at 5:35 pm

    I like the ebb and flow of this poem, Sanaa, and the opening lines are exquisite. I especially enjoyed the lines:
    ‘there is a tide
    in the affairs of soul
    a rising blush unfettered by clouds’
    and
    ‘what if the moon disappeared?
    I’d rather the ground beneath me shattered
    and swallowed up the pain.’

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  5. Brendan says:
    February 17, 2019 at 5:50 pm

    The force of address here is crafted by uneven lines, the disruptions of shot and long; and all of that furthered by the poems one very long sentence and a much shorter declarative one:, as if the long and short of it is that the moon is door to and vowel of poetry. Amen. The title was too obvious for me.

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  6. Old Egg says:
    February 17, 2019 at 7:21 pm

    As much as it hurts sadness is going to affect us one day. When that day comes remember there will be plenty more when we can ebuild our lives awith love and happiness once more.

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  7. HA says:
    February 17, 2019 at 7:44 pm

    Ooh, such is the love and need and desire of the moon as a lover, as a friend, as a companion. I would want the earth to swallow me whole too in the exhibition of this emotion resulting from such a disappearance. A gorgeous write, Sanaa!
    I loved this bit in particular: “there is a tide/in the affairs of soul/a rising blush unfettered by clouds,/but who would be the one to unravel it’s message/as mysticism begs the direct passage of heart”.

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  8. Debi Swim says:
    February 17, 2019 at 10:42 pm

    “what if the moon disappeared?
    I’d rather the ground beneath me shattered
    and swallowed up the pain.” …… Love this Sanaa

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  9. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    February 18, 2019 at 12:20 am

    I love how it concluded… maybe our hearts are so tethered to the moon so the earth could just as well shatter…

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  10. Linda Lee Lyberg says:
    February 18, 2019 at 2:18 am

    Sanaa- what a lovely piece of poetry here. To many of us, the moon is our lifeline, I love the ending.

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  11. Sherry Blue Sky says:
    February 18, 2019 at 2:51 am

    Oh those closing lines wrap your poem up so powerfully. Well done, Sanaa.

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  12. Sara McNulty says:
    February 18, 2019 at 9:19 am

    “there is a tide/in the affairs of soul/a rising blush unfettered by clouds,/”

    Stunning writing , Sanaa! I do so love your ending.

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  13. Colleen LOOSELEAFNOTES says:
    February 18, 2019 at 10:58 am

    You had me at the title. I am amazed at what the moon can be.

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  14. Marian says:
    February 18, 2019 at 7:28 pm

    Ah, and February is the longest month…

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  15. Manicddaily says:
    February 19, 2019 at 3:30 am

    Very interesting to combine Shakespeare, who always talks of the inconstancy of the moon, with one’s own wish for permanence. Wonderfully thoughtful poem, thanks. k.

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  16. Vivian Zems says:
    February 19, 2019 at 6:41 am

    I love the power in the final lines. Beautiful compilation

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  17. Susie Clevenger says:
    February 19, 2019 at 7:53 am

    Wow this is so moving, especially your last line. Beautiful work!

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