Sobbing In The Moonlight

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Stepping Off
The Sidewalk  (posted by Laura Bloomsbury)

                  “There is a place where the sidewalk ends
                   And before the street begins,
                   And there the grass grows soft and white…”
         Shel Silverstein

"For this Poetics challenge, let your imagination become a springboard to the mystical/sacred.

Here are 8 fragments from the mystic poets as prompt. Choose ONE, include the words in your poem or title if you wish, or write it as an Epigraph at the start of your poem and always cite the author too."

 Our hearts irrigate the earth. We are fields before each other (Thomas Aquinas)
 Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace (Dogen)
 Why should not the water find delight in the floral fragrance of its own rippled surface? (Jnanadev)
 To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night (Gibran)
 Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? (Rumi)
 My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)
 The mountain path leads skyward and dissolves into light (Tukaram)
 Ask no questions of the moth in the candle flame (Attar)


I stand sobbing
in the moonlight. 
Sand is cold, beach
deserted.  Shattered
and stunned, I cannot
accept that he will
no longer be in my
life.  A knife enters
my heart.  I watch it
split, shocked to see 
a sunflower appear
in its center–leaves
of lemon, eye of brown
velvet.  Enfolded in
the flower's petals,
I am warm and secure,
my eyes closed.  When
next I open them, 
the beach is gone, my
feet wriggle in soft
grass.  Moonlight melted,
replaced by a smiling sun.
A meadow.  Violet, yellow,
blush-pink flowers beckon
me.  Scintillating scents
tickle my nose.  I laugh.
suddenly I am whole again.

My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.

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