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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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walking with me on these uneven paths of shifting reality, your hands in mine, holding…
Visit dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night and IGWRT for love poems
Every night fragmenting... like that!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis 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.❤️
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
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.
ReplyDeleteSo well done. The lengthening of the lines seems to replicate the waxing of the moon. There is no constant existence, indeed!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful :)
ReplyDeleteEver expanding, but... You have done well in capturing our imagination.
ReplyDeleteA partnership in love has a lot of sustaining power - that's the beauty of it!
ReplyDeleteHank
I like the evolving phases of the moon ~
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, I have trouble picturing the moon crying.
ReplyDeleteI love this line: "there is no constant existence, every night fragmenting"
Thank you all...!
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