Sunday, February 18, 2018

Poetry: Dear Moon



DEAR MOON

Dear Moon, come find me here.
You've been hiding and it's been awhile.
I see you've come full circle again.
What is it about you that I can meet you in the dark
and pour out my heart when I'm struggling?
You make it easy, cratered as you are with your flaws.
Like I am.
It seems I feel safest when I'm loving from a distance,
and I can see it on your face
that you'll keep my secrets.

This world has me weary from the gravity of things, how it's given itself up
to the cutthroat keyboards. Hunched over them at such a cruel angle.
I've stopped letting that into my house.
Hearts here have gone half dark, and
it's so hard to talk to the halfhearted.
I wonder, do you feel invisible when the sun comes up?
Do you feel blue when earth turns its back?
Thank you for hearing me, for your tender reflection,
and can I confess? I've stopped searching for myself
on other people's faces. It leaves such an empty feeling.

One thing I know for certain, my heart has been pulling at me,
moving words inside me like you move the seas,
spitting phrases at me when I'm not prepared to hear them.
It's been awhile
since I wrote my heart down.
Tell me, are you the keeper of the stars? Do you grieve
when they burn out or do you surrender and let them fall?
I ask because my soul stays seventeen, yearning for itself,
but sees another in the mirror. And, this earth tries to tell me
dreams must die with age, just like skin and bones do.

Dear Moon, please don't worry, I'll be fine.
My journey here is a frail and finite thing,
with the anguish of a mind, the reality of time.
I'll keep seeking the secret to this duality of life,
its mystic double entry. And, there's such joy,
such sweet attraction to a thousand recollections:
poems blooming like love flowers in my throat,
teardrops falling from the grace of an inner knowing,
that divine spark of always becoming,
even while headed towards dying.

© Sherri Brannon


Art work created on iPad Pro with Procreate, Glaze, and iColorama apps.

11 comments:

  1. A beautiful image to illustrate your letter poem to the moon....this is so deep and so much yearning in your words as you dive in pulled and swayed by your emotions, by life. It feels as if I were speaking to the moon as well....it does answer you.

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  2. So lovely to see you in the Pantry, Sherri. Your poem is very beautiful. I especially love "poems blooming like love flowers in my throat."

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  3. "I've stopped searching for myself on other people's faces. It leaves such an empty feeling".. gosh how deeply I feel this! Beautifully poignant.

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  4. I so love how you use the aspects of the moon as metaphor of self... especially in being reflection of sun... too often we see ourselves in the light of another. A truly remarkable piece of writing.

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  5. Tell me, are you the keeper of the stars? Do you grieve
    when they burn out or do you surrender and let them fall?
    I ask because my soul stays seventeen, yearning for itself,

    Writer's block can be quite daunting! Perhaps an intermission or gap in between might help!


    Hank

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  6. Ah, this world has me weary from the gravity of things too. Sigh. Hearts having gone half dark. I do wonder what the moon things of our sad state of affairs. But at least the moon can listen.

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  7. Very creative all around. Bravo!
    ZQ

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  8. The moon is truly the receiver of such letters and a keeper of all secrets!

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  9. I love your words thoughts and reflections.
    "I ask because my soul stays seventeen, yearning for itself,
    but sees another in the mirror."
    These words truly resonate, I know this too...
    Anna :o]

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  10. enjoyed your lovely poem. there's much to ponder.
    loved the digital artwork. looks like it was done with crayons. :)

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  11. The image is very striking, and the poem reminds me of my younger self, who used to talk a lot to the moon.

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