Silver teardrops
Of the waning, weeping moon
I collect in silence
to look at them
on new moon nights.
What sparkles when you are not there?
Starry briolette
of remembrance
in a heart of darkness
where light is a lost dream.
The sun, a myth.
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Let us walk together in the Moonlight – [18]
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shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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Sigh… this is absolutely breathtaking Sumana 😀 love the choice of diction and vivid imagery in your verse. Especially the line “What sparkles when you are not there?” sends me into a deep swoon ❤ Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 🙂
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Sanaa
Lovely poem Sumana, loved the imagery of the moon and the connections you make with it….excellent.
This is a stunningly beautiful poem of loss. The ones we lose in life are those moons and stars that we can talk to so they can still hear us when we weep.
What sparkles when you are not there?
of remembrance
in a heart of darkness
where light is a lost dream.
Once a loss registers it lingers on in memory. If it continues in darkness then plainly it is a lost cause.Rightly so Sumana!
Hank
Sometimes light seems so very fragile – we have to hold it gently in our hands like teardrops..hoping they don’t evaporate or lose their shine – such a touching poem
I love the longing that shines through this poem. The longing and hope of a heart that refuses to let go of the things we should always hold on to: good memories, the love of those we carry in our hearts. I see her collecting moonlight, holding it close on dark days, crying a little for cleansing…
“crying a little light for cleansing…”
The sadness and longing is so vividly described her. That last line makes a very strong finish.
This is a lovely reflection on the moon, Sumana. You have given us much to ponder.
“…in a heart of darkness where light is a lost dream…..” So beautiful, my friend.
Most beautiful!
What sparkles when you are not there… just beautiful… that line opens up so much.
Oh the moon forever siblings, like unrequited love, one will never meet the other.
Such a deep darkness, like the bottom of am ocean. You give me a visual and emotional paradox.
The question you pose in the middle of the poem provides a balance to the whole. A memorable piece of writing.
Loved that line about collecting moonlight in silence. A vivid, powerful image.
The moon is like that…evoking feelings of mystery, awe and sadness…love the thoughts you bring out here in this beautiful poem!
This is beautiful and sad. It shows your heart’s grief.
Dreamy and calming effect I feel from this ritual of collecting “silver teardrops”, almost like meditation…
Beautiful. I especially thought that silver teardrops (which I took to be the bitter-sweet moments of life lived under the old moon) are gathered and revisited anew – on new moon nights. A lovely and evocative poetic concept.
A wonderful meditation full of longing and wonder,
Elizabeth
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During the new moon, it’s good to have something to fill the void. Nice!
Wonderful imagery, Sumanadi, especially the last few lines have a surreal beauty… 🙂
P.S. Glad to see you here on WordPress 🙂
Utterly magical XXX
“Silver teardrops
Of the waning, weeping moon…. The sun, a myth.” The depth of sorrow runs deep in this piece. Lovely, lovely words.
Collecting moon-ish teardrops sounds like a dolorous task.
Some memories may wax and wane but remains forever…. Loved your words n the metaphor!
Loved that photo too…. branching art, it may be called as moon shines afar…brightly …adding beauty!
This is so lovely, “where light is a lost dream” We hope not forever,,,