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Array ( [sid] => 155834 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => becoming the moon. [time] => 2009-12-11 08:23:22 [hometext] => 'Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive.' John Sheffield. (There is nothing left to say, I've said it all here. I just hope you can forgive the wounds.) Unedited. [bodytext] =>




it is dark, and raining softly.




i look into the mirror
reminding myself once again that
beauty does not exist there, but
the mirror is kind today

and lies sweetly.







it is dark, and i am wanting you.


as i often do but never admit,
i want to swallow you whole, sometimes;
in moments like this when the
moon is hidden but i know
she is thin and lustreless behind clouds,

yet i love her - -


in this moment where i am most fragile,
wielding but flesh and dagger,
pale in this darkness that does not breathe with your voice,


your very quiet love,
your white hands that i mistake for god or father

- in innocence, in innocence





and would you love me even now
as i am -
raw-boned, jagged,
my blood spreading like so many sleeping flowers,
my skin split open and screaming

you , you , you , you




delighted,
i prepare myself for the final silence
hoping that you will love me
as i loved the moon.






[comments] => 7 [counter] => 334 [topic] => 61 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
becoming the moon.

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 08:23:22 AM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles








it is dark, and raining softly.




i look into the mirror
reminding myself once again that
beauty does not exist there, but
the mirror is kind today

and lies sweetly.







it is dark, and i am wanting you.


as i often do but never admit,
i want to swallow you whole, sometimes;
in moments like this when the
moon is hidden but i know
she is thin and lustreless behind clouds,

yet i love her - -


in this moment where i am most fragile,
wielding but flesh and dagger,
pale in this darkness that does not breathe with your voice,


your very quiet love,
your white hands that i mistake for god or father

- in innocence, in innocence





and would you love me even now
as i am -
raw-boned, jagged,
my blood spreading like so many sleeping flowers,
my skin split open and screaming

you , you , you , you




delighted,
i prepare myself for the final silence
hoping that you will love me
as i loved the moon.










Copyright © FleurdeSang ... [ 2009-12-11 08:23:22]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: becoming the moon. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 08:55:11 AM AEST
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This poem took me to so many places...deep dark and frightening, for one and provoked some quite pondering thoughts. The moon, hmmm...in it's awesome beauty with the reflection from the sun is actually still a cold dark place...cold, airless, mysterious and scary. The analogy. Love it.

*applauds and read again*

Yet, I am sorry anyone has to deal with monsters... I am sorry that you have to.

Take care of you.



Re: becoming the moon. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 09:48:21 AM AEST
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Oops, meant ponderous.

Tim



Re: becoming the moon. (User Rating: 1 )
by Aspirant on Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 04:43:58 PM AEST
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I wonder what it is that leads us to identify with the moon. Strange how it can be so comforting just to see it.


Re: becoming the moon. (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 12th December 2009 @ 01:33:34 AM AEST
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You always take the mind and heart with you in each of your writes. I am lost within this verse once more. Intense and rich in emotion and feeling sweety.

Hugs you tight and tighter

Michelle


Re: becoming the moon. (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Thursday, 21st January 2010 @ 05:58:16 PM AEST
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Your words remind me of things from my own
life...the last stanza most of all. You have an intensity unmatched by any other poet I've read on this site. You never fail to pull me right into the raw emotion. Always inspired by you. truly , D


Re: becoming the moon. (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Wednesday, 28th July 2010 @ 02:40:27 PM AEST
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Your words pull me along and I remember mirrors (that I, myself have abandoned)
"the mirror is kind today

and lies sweetly."

I almost rushed to peer into my own dark glass...

ming



Re: becoming the moon. (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 22nd August 2020 @ 08:25:14 PM AEST
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I echo the others here.
Awesome




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