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
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
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!