moon-less

“i am done with you,”

the moon said to the poets
and disappeared.

who will now take the shape/size/stigma
of a wiling metaphor,

for the face of the beloved,
for the lip-service of madness,
for the tongue-tied tears of memories,
for the handheld company of solitary souls,

gazing through a window-screen
at a moon-less sky?

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© Anmol Arora

A 55-worded verse for Weekend Mini-Challenge: Strange News at WRT

15 thoughts on “moon-less

  1. I believe this is my favorite poem of yours that I’ve read.

    “who will now take the shape/size/stigma
    of a wiling metaphor,
    for the face of the beloved,
    for the lip-service of madness,
    for the tongue-tied tears of memories,
    for the handheld company of solitary souls”

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  2. sanaarizvi says:

    This is absolutely breathtaking, Anmol! ❤️ I don’t think we humans realize the significance of the moon.. how it stabilizes the earth’s rotation and how tides are one of the most important ways that the Moon affects life on Earth. Especially love; “for the tongue-tied tears of memories.” 🙂

    Like

  3. Sometimes, enough is just enough. Who will shine on the poet’s muses, indeed… What will happened to all the unfocused madness and howls.

    I really love the tone of this one, especially the personality of the moon.

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