Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Moonrise

 

I walk towards the lapping waves, calling the night my muse  


I swallow the moonlight & taste the effervescene of the pink plumerias;

hush now, you


are rippling limbs & shadowed eyes, suttered in mystery


Yet, stilled in blue, the words quiver in my throat


What was I about to say & do, my love?  


I hesitate & let the unspoken be,  jousting with the wind.  My arms droop at my sides, falling petals, instead of casting spells & weaving stardust


The electricity of the unknown died, and I let the safe harbors of the crowd 

embraced me.  Plugged me to the drone of bright city lights.   


Looking back now, I have left my coat on rocky shores, marked with hues 

and shades of fushcia sin; 


each one a reminder of the kind of person I would have been*.  The wildness 

never called me again.


* Original line:  " I have left my signatures on rocky shores, marked with hues and shades of fushcia sin; each one a reminder of the kind of person I have been."  Of the waters and wild by Sanaa Rizvi


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Dundgeons and Derivatives, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

22 comments:

  1. This is a haunting poem, Grace, and a beautiful tribute to Sanaa's poetry. I love the half-rhyme of the final lines, which adds a wistfulness to the piece.

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  2. I love the story you hide here... the unspoken, the things that could have been. In the end the harbor always pulls back.

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  3. This is exquisitely drawn, Grace!πŸ’ I so love the use of imagery here "suttered in mystery/Yet, stilled in blue, the words quiver in my throat," and the way you have molded the quote to fit the mood here... brilliant work done! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!πŸ’

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  4. You took Saana's line and made it your own. Such lovely imagery with a touch of melancholia at the end.

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  5. You had me sighing all the way through! πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

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  6. "I hesitate & let the unspoken be, jousting with the wind."

    Luv this

    Happy Tuesday

    MuchπŸ’–love

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  7. there is a slow sweetness to this poem, filled with longing, ache, and yet wonder too, of a rippling acceptance, and I think there is as much going on, or perhaps more, or still yet, an unspoken conversation/reply in the line breaks, in the spaces in the in-between, which makes this piece so fascinating. I've come back and read it several times, and it fills me every time with something new, something more. I feel like this is "liquid essence" - some strange brew of oils all bottled in blue.

    Wonderful interpretation of the prompt and morsel bits.

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    1. Sometimes less words is more effective than more details. Thank you kindly for your comments.

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    2. how very true .... something I, alas, am not often conscious of! πŸ˜‚

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  8. Oh do you ever wonder what might have been? Any regrets? Yes, this is haunting poem and it is very beautiful Grace πŸ’•☺️

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    1. I do indeed. Thank you for your lovely words.

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  9. quite ethereal, our eternal quest for what could have been ...

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  10. Oh, so whole. I like this kind of poetry. Thanks enormously. We live and learn. TY

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  11. each one a reminder of the kind
    of person I would have been*.
    The wildness never called me again

    Love the unknown possibilities at the close. It leaves one wondering what could have been. Great post Grace!

    Hank

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    1. Those are my favorite lines too!

      -David [ben Alexander]

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  12. This is lovely and hypnotic, Grace, like the lapping waves. I can feel all the sensory impressions of the moment. I especially love these lines:

    "I hesitate & let the unspoken be, jousting with the wind. My arms droop at my sides, falling petals, instead of casting spells & weaving stardust" :-)

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  13. Grace, I love what you did with Sanaa's line ... its turn of phrase. A beautiful poem.

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  14. There's some magic woven into this poem.

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  15. Such an amazing use of this line. The tug between water and the wild. I know it well.

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  16. Grace,
    I was transported by your words, their dreamlike quality, yet somehow possessing a tangible intensity of daring passion, never forgotten. So taken with this line especially: "I hesitate & let the unspoken be, jousting with the wind." Perfect.
    pax,
    dora

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