Quotes and Poetry on moonpoems

Lunar Interpretations...

His face a wilted carnation
eyes filled with longing
he innocently gazes
at the moon, to him
a bowl of milk porridge
or a puffed chapatti
freckled in singed scars,
yearning to gorge it in
large scoops or morsels
to satiate the annoying pangs
of hunger.

He sits alone
in the porch of his large home
deserted of life sounds,
trying to fill his insomniac silences
with cricket songs,
hoots of owls and canine howls
somewhere a cuckoo sings~
rehearsing for her solar aubade,
he casts a forlorn glance
at the moon smiling on grey skies,
where he sees the face
of his beloved long lost and
weeps quiet tempests on arid nights.

A little girl, her hair braided
in lopsided pigtails
she painstakingly makes,
her tiny face streaked in dust and woe
stares at the moon
from her bedroom window,
it is her only friend and confidant
as she tries to survive
her modern Cinderella nightmare,
talking till wee hours
with the empathetic moon,
sharing her problems as it listens
till she falls asleep.

He is whimsical
and pens quixotic moodswings
into metaphorical verses,
oft sitting in brooding solitude
with a glass of vermouth
like a draught of moonlight
and finds inspiration in the umbras
fleeting on lunar visage,
the moon is his muse, who fills
the cupola of his introspection
with vibrant poetry...

They are lovers
on a secret rendezvous at midnight
seeking stolen moments of passion
to quench their desire,
but the voyeur moon
peers through the fickle clouds
and peeps through the dark foliage
to disclose their clandestine tryst
for prying eyes of gossips,
as the grapevine buzzes
with tales of a flagrant scandal
exposed by a meddlesome moon.
©smitanand