when
the sky blooms with the stars above,
i love
to watch, in
darkness, the stars shining
sleeping
everything with fragrant songs
unknown;
on the moon
they say are giant scars, wounds unknown;
crossing through barbed wires of egos
to the realms of love: with songs,
i love sleeping on
the moon
I love your last line. Such whimsey
ReplyDeleteOh this is wonderful.. there is something comforting with those stars... crossing through the barbed wire of egos...
ReplyDeleteI love imagining what it would be like sleeping on the moon ~ This is an imaginative write Sreeja ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining us ~
This poem plays with my imagination, Sreeja! Enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully rendered :D
ReplyDeleteOkay, first off, I LOVE this title!
ReplyDeleteAnd Sreeja, you among others have MASTERED the art of the slant rhyme with this form. I am learning much from all of you this week, and I'm so thankful! Great work here.
This is wonderful. If done just right, it seems the final line of an ovillejo can take one by surprise even though the elements of it have already been read. You have accomplished this feat. Very nice. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely, makes me wish I could see stars here. I miss that.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful description of the moon with its "giant scars, wounds unknown" and that last line...love it! Great job, Sreeja.
ReplyDeleteSimply delightful...particularly your surprising final line!
ReplyDeleteyour last line is stellar Sreeja and the title...omg and the poem in between :)
ReplyDeleteSMiLes.. how
ReplyDeleteeasy the moon
Loves as it
never
gives
up
liGht..
unTil
it's
time
to sleep..
iN Truth..:)
lovely
ReplyDeletegood luck!