Friday 15 January 2016

soup for dreams



 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

13 comments:

  1. I love your last line. Such whimsey

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  2. Oh this is wonderful.. there is something comforting with those stars... crossing through the barbed wire of egos...

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  3. I love imagining what it would be like sleeping on the moon ~ This is an imaginative write Sreeja ~

    Thanks for joining us ~

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  4. This poem plays with my imagination, Sreeja! Enjoyed it!

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  5. Okay, first off, I LOVE this title!
    And 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.

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  6. 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

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  7. That's lovely, makes me wish I could see stars here. I miss that.

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  8. What a wonderful description of the moon with its "giant scars, wounds unknown" and that last line...love it! Great job, Sreeja.

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  9. Simply delightful...particularly your surprising final line!

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  10. your last line is stellar Sreeja and the title...omg and the poem in between :)

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  11. SMiLes.. how
    easy the moon
    Loves as it
    never
    gives
    up
    liGht..
    unTil
    it's
    time
    to sleep..
    iN Truth..:)

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