My heart keeps drinking shadows of the moon;
I’ve drowned before in darkness when it’s bright;
My eyes keep spinning silence with a spoon
For silent strands to weave a dark cocoon,
Once blinded by the sweetness of the light.
My heart keeps drinking shadows of the moon
While crying tearless tears of a monsoon,
I’m choking on the shapelessness of night.
My eyes keep spinning silence with a spoon,
Your voice no longer readily in tune,
Released from pain its bitter mortal plight;
My heart keeps drinking shadows of the moon.
Sleep welcomes me and asks me not impugn
A destiny I cannot overwrite;
My eyes keep spinning silence with a spoon
Believing it will one day be immune;
Until the light and darkness can unite,
My heart keeps drinking shadows of the moon;
My eyes keep spinning silence with a spoon.
2018 © Sonya Annita Song
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Stunning!
That’s very kind of you.
It’s hard to comment on a poem like this. To say I like it, sounds so trite. You describe grief from a personal level, from a well understood place. Thank you for writing this.
And thank you for your generous words. Grief will always be personal, but I hope it has not been abstracted beyond recognition.
I agree with Mary in that “Like” doesn’t cut it. I love the imagery. It all tells a deep and abiding understanding of grief and loss, yet not total loss. There is a note of strength and courage. Thank You.
Thank you as well for your encouraging words.
You’re welcome and thanks again 🙂
My eyes keep spinning silence with a spoon… Amazing.
Thank you very kindly. 🙂
I love the imagery.
So evocative!
– Vanessa
I’m glad you think so. Your kind words are much appreciated. 🙂
You’re welcome 😊
From a fan of the Villanelle your description very well versed.
I am very happy you think so! Thank you. 🙂
You write this form so beautifully, it flows from my lips like butter when I read it aloud! The imagery is so vivid…I can feel it with all my senses and for that, I thank you for writing such a beauty and allowing me to `feel` this moment of grief in company of your words. Bravo, ma chère!
And thank you for making my words so much more beautiful than they could ever be alone. 🙂
My pleasure.
“My eyes keep spinning silence with a spoon”; what a wonderfully evocative line! Beautiful, sad poem.
Thank you for your kind words. Always greatly appreciated. 🙂