Beyond the facade of shadow,
intricately woven to camouflage-
tender, vulnerable and bright,
soul’s desire, the hope and fire
of longing, slowly dying.
mournfully lying
scattered, shattered,
the shards of dreams
unrealized.
Cheryl KP
copyright 2016
Beyond the facade of shadow,
intricately woven to camouflage-
tender, vulnerable and bright,
soul’s desire, the hope and fire
of longing, slowly dying.
mournfully lying
scattered, shattered,
the shards of dreams
unrealized.
Cheryl KP
copyright 2016
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Great poetry. In India, many poets have written about the moon and we sing it in our songs, but I have yet to write a poem on it. Well, I have made note of it and this stays in my pending list. Someday when I am alone, when the thoughts have grown, my worries have flown, I will write a poem on the moon of my own. I guess I’m already rhyming. This is the magic of your poetry. 🙂
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You homor me with your words Sharukh. I love that my own words inspire you to write more poetry. I look forward to reading them when you get around to it.PS I have dreamed of being a “magician”.
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nice answer!
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I’m sorry that you have so much inspiration for this, but I love how you captured the feeling in words.
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Ahhh thanks Dan, but surely you know all poets are tortured souls in one way or another. Much like a bride’s wedding day trove. “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue”….something from a past life? 🤔
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“Tortured souls” Maybe but you have a way of gathering those thoughts and feelings and putting it into beautiful words.
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Some say pain is beauty. I don’t think I would be quite conplete without it. I’m not truly tortured though, not anymore anyway. But I have a long Memory. It really makes me glad you like my poems. Every time I express something like this it becomes a part of something “out there” and no longer buried. And maybe it will resonate for someone else.
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That’s one of the things I love about poetry.
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I also have a lot of empathy so feel what my loved ones feel, go through. Not every piece is my own personal pain. Don’t you think it is amazing the way we are all so different in our response to life’s experiences and yet, here we are, all with a common bond and understanding of one another? I am so glad we all met!
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I am too!
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Gads I never heard it that way… But have heard Rockabye baby with the images of trees breaking and baby falling. Gads!
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I always thought that a barbaric lullaby Kate! Sure way to scare the trust out of a little one! 😱
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