Saturday, July 7, 2012

Moonshine and Rain

Inside of a bubble
the air is thin and clean

After the rain
I walk along the edge of the sea
under the globe which holds our light
no one found, but moth and mite
trapped in warm blood
I sit alone
a cup full of honey and spirits in my hand
I take a sip, to forget that I drink
I pull the moon down, close to my chest
white heat, warm as wool
My shadow takes a seat
We sit in sand and laughter, make merry,
before this spring night fades away
For the ones who have washed forward,
drowned to storm and stone,
I drink with the moon and my form
We make a promise,
sun showers and sweet dew-
the ones we break and burn
My shadow stands,
a molten mist,
scatters into the sea
The moon walks home
I wait for the next rain

Written for dverse Poets and Sunday Scribblings
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32 comments:

  1. KayJuly 7, 2012 at 5:50 PM

    I love this

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  2. ScarletJuly 7, 2012 at 6:06 PM

    Lovely walk along the edge of the sea ~ I like the drinking and making promises with the moon ~

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 7, 2012 at 11:31 PM

      The air tends to be light under the moon. Thank you Grace. :)

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  3. Brian MillerJuly 7, 2012 at 6:07 PM

    smiles...love your intimacy with the moon...just hanging out for a bit talking...smiles....fantastical...nice personification...really well crafted and an enjoyable read...

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 7, 2012 at 11:33 PM

      Thanks Brian...smiles...just a simple walk and a few drinks.

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  4. Old EggJuly 7, 2012 at 6:16 PM

    Us poor creatures like moth and mite are trapped in warm blood. Your beautiful words surpass all those limitations as you converse with the moon and yet I wonder whether it you or your shadow that is telling the tale.

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 7, 2012 at 11:37 PM

      Aren't we? Sort of trapped, having to live and all...hmm, the silhouette form holding secrets, scattered in the sea. You always provide another portion of thought. Thank you!

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  5. SreejaJuly 7, 2012 at 10:16 PM

    Lovely....an intense feeling with nature...

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  6. AnonymousJuly 7, 2012 at 11:59 PM

    'inside of a bubble the air is clean and thin'- this set the scene completely.....I really enjoyed the soothing/dreamlike quality of this poem....Pulling the moon from the sky emphasised a closeness to the earth, to nature maybe.....at that warming drink....this was comforting.....great to walk alongside with you in this one

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 8, 2012 at 1:43 PM

      Thank you so much, Stu! I'm happy to know that your heart is warm. I really enjoyed this prompt and all of the different options you gave us.

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  7. ClaudiaJuly 8, 2012 at 12:16 AM

    nice image with pulling the moon down...such intimacy in this..and was a bit sad when he walked away but we all know that he must...smiles

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 8, 2012 at 4:01 PM

      Thanks! Right, especially when we sit in those thin places that easily wash away...a smile for you, Claudia.

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  8. AltonianJuly 8, 2012 at 1:32 AM

    Your poem stands on a very strong base: The moon walks home, I wait for the next rain. Lovely!

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  9. Jae RoseJuly 8, 2012 at 4:33 AM

    What happens to air when we leave the bubble I wonder..i imagine the elements drinking honey in the sky..with all that power must come some hesitation..ambrosial writing..Jae

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 9, 2012 at 7:58 AM

      We both held onto this invisible theme, in some way yours felt like a positive drift, all the thinking, i think. And in the sky, isn't it fun to imagine that drink with them? Thank you Jae :)

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  10. lucychiliJuly 8, 2012 at 5:59 AM

    beaches are a special place. it sounds like a dreamy evening.

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 9, 2012 at 6:02 PM

      I enjoyed your moment near the water also. Thanks for coming by. :)

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  11. AnonymousJuly 8, 2012 at 7:47 AM

    lovely. the innocence of quiet joy in your poem touched
    my heart.
    luv: i drink with the moon...

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 9, 2012 at 6:15 PM

      'Quiet joy', I love the way you describe it: pure and clear and innocent. Thank you, dear.

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  12. tricia stirlingJuly 8, 2012 at 8:19 AM

    so beautiful Archna.

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  13. Maude LynnJuly 8, 2012 at 2:43 PM

    I really enjoyed this.

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  14. AnonymousJuly 9, 2012 at 11:35 AM

    Each line one gorgeous thing, the whole a glorious date with the moon. And I think surely you must be published somewhere…

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    1. Archna SharmaJuly 10, 2012 at 7:21 AM

      Hi, thank you for that lovely gesture. The submission part overwhelms me so I haven't overcome it, but maybe at some point. :)

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  15. DaydreamerJuly 10, 2012 at 8:51 AM

    Two of my most fav subjects here, the moon and water and, as a water sign I have to say your prose is beautiful. The images were clear as a bell and vivid. There's nothing as lovely as connecting with the power/energy of nature, is there. Seeing its beauty, hearing its sounds, feeling its force. What a wonderful walk and, piece of prose describing it.

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  16. ashokJuly 10, 2012 at 9:52 AM

    you write beautifully!

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  17. AnonymousJuly 10, 2012 at 4:41 PM

    I love this:

    "a cup full of honey and spirits in my hand
    I take a sip, to forget that I drink
    I pull the moon down, close to my chest
    white heat, warm as wool"

    And your ending.

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  18. AnonymousJuly 17, 2012 at 10:00 AM

    the moon walks home

    such a wonderful piece.

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