Sunday, January 31, 2016


Birds are no longer in harmony
in my sky.
Of course the morning is nice; yet
of course the morning is without sunlight.
I wait
with eyes pinned to the mobile screen
with waiting.
The warm wrap of your hand around my shoulder,
your thoughts in my shadow,
your eyes hatched wings beat on my breasts.
I think of you in a most direct way.
There is an urge to be your daughter in the next birth.
To depend on your warmth.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

"your eyes hatched wings".....what an original phrase. It is intriguing to wonder what varied relationships we have had or will have with others in our preceding or subsequent lives.

brudberg said...

This poem is so warm and beautiful... I wonder how we could keep a relationship into the next life.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Lovely to have warmth to depend on at any time.

Jae Rose said...

Quite longing can be an ache and yet here it seems patient and hopeful..delicate

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is lovely!!

Biswajit said...

Wonderful expression of mom son's relationship... I too feel for it

Mary said...

Some stunning imagery in this poem! Nice to see you in the Pantry once again!

humbird said...

I like this nurturing your soul poem, longings and desires...the last one was unexpected for me and interesting.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Moonlight and Dreamz has been included in our A Sunday Drive for this week. Be assured that we hope this helps to point even more new visitors in your direction.

Shadow said...

Hey, came to you via Jerry. Glad I did. Wonderful writing *smiles*

Rose said...

Aayush in mythology is said to have unearthly powers and if you come in contact with him you will have a very sharp intellect he is also said to be a very sexy man :)
You are already so blessed with talent Moon your writing always intrigues me. I love the line 'your thoughts in my shadow' and 'there is an urge to be your daughter in the next birth' brilliant piece of work, you simply get better at it each time you put pen to paper dear lady :) xxx