Friday, 21 April 2017

hand in hand, let us walk...





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moon goes in mourning,
she silently withdraws fading;
her tears go unseen, dewdrops settling
paints another day, her tear drops are entrancing,
they speak her rebirth, she comes back evolving;
there is no constant existence, every night fragmenting
happens, and day smiles with another reality evolving---
my love, I am another moon, dwindling and mushrooming---
i will give you my familiar, plain days and nights if you be walking,
walking with me on these uneven paths of shifting reality, your hands in mine, holding… 


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10 comments:

  1. Every night fragmenting... like that!!!!

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  2. This is absolutely awe-inspiring, Sreeja❤️ I love how your poem spills like moonlight with shiny verses sigh.. especially adore; "I am another moon, dwindling and mushrooming---i will give you my familiar, plain days and nights if you be walking, walking with me on these uneven paths of shifting reality, your hands in mine, holding…" Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Poems in April at Real Toads.❤️


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. The moon keeps us aware of our own "dwindling and mushrooming". Giving "familiar, plain day and nights" is the best gift on "uneven paths". Very nice poem.

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  4. So well done. The lengthening of the lines seems to replicate the waxing of the moon. There is no constant existence, indeed!

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  5. Ever expanding, but... You have done well in capturing our imagination.

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  6. A partnership in love has a lot of sustaining power - that's the beauty of it!

    Hank

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  7. I like the evolving phases of the moon ~

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  8. For some reason, I have trouble picturing the moon crying.

    I love this line: "there is no constant existence, every night fragmenting"

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