I wonder who you are, dew-eyed nymphet!
Are you a lie hung o’erhead- pearl mirage?
I wonder who you are, all smoke beset-
who hides dark secrets in the sky’s collage?
Deepened blue, soft milk-daze of mist your sighs
as lunar rain fall, quartz droplets all night.
Wrung helpless, sad tunes bawl my tired eyes
for mercy beg, beg fractioned Karmic light!
But cold your heart, you burn to sodden dust
live Souls enslaved at naked nacre feet.
Your priest, us- caught in magic wild to rust
raw scars pour cankered lust, all times we meet.
I wither, limpid bud, your dying love
while you wait preying: playing fragile dove!
©Mohana Das
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The vocabulary usage alone is worthy of re-blog! The content is so beautiful, please read this one, #WoW 😀
Deepened blue, soft milk-daze of mist your sighs
as lunar rain fall, quartz droplets all night….you always weave such atmospheric images into your poems..
How tender, Mohana 🙂
Oh, this is so beautifully tender, and sad. Love!
holy cat…how i adore the way you choose and treat words..your colorful poetry cascades so beautifully in my imagination. thank you for sharing~
Ah… the moon is a perfect subject, she is fickle, flirty and mysterious.
Your imagery is fabulous, magic.
She obviously leaves you alive and inspired as much as she leaves you withered. Your vocabularly adds intellectual depth to the poem–there is no way I could get away with just reading it once.
I especially love the first stanza…it could almost stand alone. Lovely imagery, as usual.
Just wonderful! I’m in the same club as Victoria…the first stanza could certainly stand alone, but the write was amazing. Virtual standing ovation!
Thank you so much!!
tender and beautiful !
dreamy, fabulous imagery…sky’s collage… that will stay with me, always.
very evocative…beautiful images! and the form fits the contents so perfectly…brilliant..
Wonderful poem, oozing atmosphere.
such a gentle flow to your words.
Graceful Shakespearean sonnet, Mohana. Very elegant, imaginative while conceiving the milky night maiden- partner to the moon. A unique kind of love sonnet beautifully executed with a perfect volta turn at L9 – “but cold your heart”. Wonderful work!
I love the moon it just seems to inspire poetry
this is sad
she cries and loves
he loves not and preys
excellent
exquisite imagery, loved especially “naked nacre…” there is a definite darkness to this as well, provocative in its contrast to the glowing moon language.
a beautiful sonnet, such a bittersweet delight
I love this! Excellent. The first two stanzas are my favorites.
Nice:
“dew-eyed nymphet”
“a lie hung o’erhead- pearl mirage”
“dark secrets in the sky’s collage”
“soft milk-daze of mist your sighs”
“Wrung helpless”
“naked nacre feet”
“raw scars pour cankered lust”
“I wither, limpid bud”