I think of the moon as made of handmade paper with ink spots, so I wrote an #imagistpoem combining this thought and the common theme of forlorn lovers and the moon.
Once a rectangular note
Your love letter
Now distorted;
A crumpled orb
With corners peeking
Like the crescent of a
Paper moon waiting
To come full circle
Warped lies embedded
In the nucleus of your being
Tilted fantasia
Twisted mockery
Of ethereal tenderness
For it was never real
Silken trail of togetherness
Sodden with maggots
Carcass of words
Infested with falsehood
Almost sounding true
Under the dying moon
Raven-eyed, the lost prowl
For cadavers of love
Scavenging in ribcages
For a heart beating
Still yearning with desire
To find true intimacy
Musing under the moonlight
Streaming through glass doors
I wonder if the Moon beings, too
Meditate on our blue-green orb
Does it work for them and how
As we spin on the axis of flaws?
Distant flashes alluring, magical
Seeking, finding solace in ignorance
Across obscure transcendence
Such is the destiny of all born
In a moonlit paradise
Touched by wands
Of sterling light
Lustrous magic
Weaves a cobweb
Of glossy dreams
An argent sheen
Covers the night
Hills and Ravines
A fine vintage
Of memories running
On your forehead
Delicate lines
Hills and ravines
Life’s ups and downs
Chiseled on your brows
Highs and Lows
Scaling mountains
Traversing hills
Like a madman roams
In the highs and lows
Of your bosom
This thrill seeker
Finally, finds a home
Wind and Dew
She plaited stars
Shimmers unparalleled
In her lustrous braid
When the wind unravelled
Those twisted tresses
Diamonds floated free
And became dew drops
Beauty
I searched in
Golden sand dunes
Silver ice-scapes
Burgundy hills
Fields of peridot
Beauty, I eventually
Found you within
Stars and Moon
I will meet you
At the other side
Of the blue night
In sweet slumber
In deep sleep
Let’s serenade the moon
Trace lines on the stars
Sand and Ice
Are you made up of
Golden sand dunes
Or of the icy miracles
Of snow top mountains
With you, under the galaxy
Of a thousand sparkles
My heart melts, freezes
Sighs, rejoices, all at once!
Blue Pen Strokes 