Toward the Moon

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Life.

This intermission
of eternity.

 

Soul’s fragile wings
attempting flight.

 

Wrenched matter shapes us.

Under stars breath.

 

With black
for a colour
I cover some wounds.

When speech sounds hollow
from these lips.

And dreams dissolve
in gentle nuance
like farewell.

 

One tries to brush
such moods aside.

 

As prayer ascends
toward the Moon.

 

An ageless
murmur’s

 

Scant

sad

 

call.

 

 

 

 

 


 


 

The piece above is my first teenage poem, written at age 16.
No others survive from that year.

(Art on the blog is mine: I hope you like it?)

Comments are always VERY welcome!

Thank you for reading.

 

 


 

(PS: Am currently going down with an unknown virus.

Feeling feverish. Aching so much, even writing is painful.

Thought to keep blogging as a way of not giving in.

Being already unwell and isolated, my anxiety levels increase when new illness attacks.

I have enough food for a few days, but no support available, if things get bad.)

 

 


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21 thoughts on “Toward the Moon”

  1. So, you have always been a poet. Some things you can’t escape. Painting, of course, is an expression of the same thing. Dark and vivid colors portray a strong feeling. Your early poem is beautiful and very well composed for such an age. Sorry you are down. Many prayers to the moon for you. Remember the moon is in the day sky as often as she is at night and she can come with sun light and with the sun she magnifies his warmth, well being, joy and peace and hope and encouragement. May she save you from sadness and bring you better health. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Aahhh!! This is hands down my favorite one so far.
    Are you real ?
    You wrote this at 16?!
    Absolutely beautiful piece. I loved the first line so much ‘Life. This intermission of eternity.’ And the dreamy hopeful vibes to the poem made me feel….ughhh…I am sorry I am running out of words to even describe the beauty of this and how much I loved it.
    And the artwork is magical, like a dark mysterious spell.

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    1. I hoped you might like it, Harshada!šŸ˜Š
      I’m kinda sentimental about that poem, because it’s my first time feeling a poem was OK to show people, and not be ashamed.
      It was written at 16, but I edited and changed a few lines to make things clearer.
      (I almost always find things to change, as I’m a bit fussy! LOL!)

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      1. I loved it so much. Thank you so much for sharing this. It doesn’t matter if you edited, still something like this, so beautiful, originated from you at such an young age and you could pour it on paper is just AWESOME ! (I am literally out of words to express how much I loved this)

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