New Moon

New Moon

A Poem by A.B
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A prose poem written during one of my writing classes :)

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When I was small, the moon was always there, behind me. 

It changed shapes, it changed sounds, it made me smile but it never told me the truth - the truth that it was not following me. 


Then, I became smaller, I knew the fact of ‘cannot’, of walls and ignorance, and the moon is still here, everyday telling me a secret, a story. It cries, I cry and I blame it for being so alone, pitiful and arrogant, never asking for friendship.


Yesterday, the moon hid away, from the sun, from the apathetic earth, from a harsh truth embedded in small pieces of lies and denials, or maybe a confrontation, a question: “Why did you follow me?”


Today I am big, or maybe it was tomorrow. I knew the fact of ‘dreams’, of pure souls surviving on forbidden love and prayers. I look from my window, and wait for a selfish happy full moon hugging a flawless sky. It talks a lot, so many words, new words, ideas, emphatic and sophisticated, it laughs out loud, I smile and I whisper “Be quiet, they will wake up”. And after rejecting friendship, it became a best friend for a big girl with big dreams.


When I was small, the moon was always there, behind me. 

It changed colors, it changed names, it never told me the truth, that one time it was actually a sun, that one time it was a heart-broken warrior, that one time it was a dusty terrace with dead plants, and that every time it is a new self, fragile and magical.  


Before sunrise we fight, I say “I can’t trust you! You change! You tell secrets!”

I cry and I blush when it replies seductively “But I taught you the fact of ‘Forever’!”. So I know that when I am old I will not be old.

Then we dance, the divine dance of nonsense, till the morning comes and it’s dark again.

© 2015 A.B


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'.. and that every time it is a new self, fragile and magical. '

This is so unlike other posts i've read in the Cafe... can't explain why except.. except.. by its end i missed its mystery and charm and softness.

For me. perhaps, there's a wistful desire to live as a child, to hold onto what was so magical when first really looked at and felt. One looks at the moon and sees as much as vision and imagination allows, depending on mood, emotion .. and it reflects its power around thoughts.. or lingers somewhere unattainable and therefore takes away its comfort, albeit briefly.

Don't know if what i've typed is exactly what i feel but it's how and what at this moment. As I said at the start,your poem has such a mysterious tone.. it sort of.. bewitches. Beautiful writing, imaginative, gently and finely phrased and, methinks.. personal.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.B

4 Years Ago

I rarely like something that I write, but this piece has always been different, I've written it duri.. read more



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A beautifully innocent, but at the same time intelligent personification of an element of life which is taken for granted but is always there to effect our lives, our feelings. Somehow. This is the very essence of imagination and introspection, of insight and feeling. It somehow seems to speak through the ages, like the moon itself, telling of life's changes, perceptions and dreams - all the personal things that shape our lives. Perhaps, it is even our attitude to the moon and the way it makes us feel as each and every individual that tells us what we are, or signifies how we are to others as well as ourselves...Somehow.
Such a deeply enigmatic creation is found in these words, yet it seems to be telling us something we already know...Perhaps that is its real beauty: that we can truly appreciate the meaning of this unknowable object and a glimpse of the meaning of our equally inscrutable lives through the feelings this writing translates to us - showing us what we already know, pointing the way, so that we think we knew all along...
Rather superb.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.B

4 Years Ago

Thank you very much for your comment. I can't really call it a comment or a review, it's much deeper.. read more
'.. and that every time it is a new self, fragile and magical. '

This is so unlike other posts i've read in the Cafe... can't explain why except.. except.. by its end i missed its mystery and charm and softness.

For me. perhaps, there's a wistful desire to live as a child, to hold onto what was so magical when first really looked at and felt. One looks at the moon and sees as much as vision and imagination allows, depending on mood, emotion .. and it reflects its power around thoughts.. or lingers somewhere unattainable and therefore takes away its comfort, albeit briefly.

Don't know if what i've typed is exactly what i feel but it's how and what at this moment. As I said at the start,your poem has such a mysterious tone.. it sort of.. bewitches. Beautiful writing, imaginative, gently and finely phrased and, methinks.. personal.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.B

4 Years Ago

I rarely like something that I write, but this piece has always been different, I've written it duri.. read more
wow. What a piece of literary treasure. For some reason this comes across as an excellent story just waiting to be illustrated. I found the words, 'and wait for a selfish happy full moon hugging a flawless sky' especially enchanting.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.B

4 Years Ago

Thank you Patrick for your comment, it means a lot. And that is one of my favorite lines too.
Beautiful A.B. Excellent work. What a poem!! Write more poems like this and rise up. You have great potential, continue this work and you will succeed for sure. I also read your other poems it was equally good. Check out my story if you want and don't lose this talent of writing, it can make you an awesome poet.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A.B

4 Years Ago

Hello Pravy, I am really thankful for your amazing feedback and support. I'm doing my best to never .. read more
Pravy Juvento

4 Years Ago

Ya A.B. read mine, many have said its good.

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