Moon is a Poetic Whisper…

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a runaway moon seeks
to flee from its haunting eclipse,
she is inflicted by curse
of a waxing and waning persona,
always melting into vacuous nothingness
of espresso spilled skies
and freezing into sublime orb
oft stolen by silent bays~
in snippets of crumpled reflections
from a lenient nocturne.

lit in benevolence of sun
moon rues its loneliness on heavens
where stars never befriend her,
preening in her tarnished halo
she tries to erase her boredom
filling empty, elastic moments in
glimpses of lecherous voyeurism
trespassing within walls of privacy,
or just getting drunk on wine
in morose moments of solitude,
seeking oblivion to wipe away
lurking shadows of the forlorn.

she is like a fairytale princess
enshackled in nascent rain-songs of tempest,
fated to be forever emblazoned
on cosmic vacuum as a reluctant sigh,
she can escape momentarily
on gossamer wings of imagination
behind facades of vague,cloudy oblivion
or play truant to sleep over
shimmering hopes of indigo lakes,melts
she reclines over denuded boughs of fall
her face tinted in twilight hues,
and blends into opacities
of the treacherous winter mists.

she gilds nature’s realms in silver
these ornaments like butterfly flutter poetry,
she is the echo of radiance
from sun buried within womb of hurling oceans,
a reminder of the sunrise awaiting
beyond dark thresholds of ughten,
she is an eternal dream
finding diverse interpretations,
to the hungry, beggar gazing at night sky
she is a rounded bun or a milk bowl,
the poet lost in metaphors
sees a mirror in the moon which
revives dwindling meters of his verse,
while to a lover she is epitome
of the glowing visage of his beloved.

salting sleeping earth contours
in fragile embryos of dreams,
she etches smiles over blooming harsingars,
blessing sleeping sunflowers
with hopes of fluid graffiti dawns,
she is the whisper of long faded sunsets
reiterated by the night’s chasm,
owl’s hoots and eerie calls of night jars
are scribbled as faint wrinkles
on the face of forlorn moon,
perched over velvet softness of night
she dwells of longevities exhaled
as an old woman reflecting on past years…

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