Moonlight And Fireflies Poem by Souren Mondal
Moonlight And Fireflies
On an Autumn's night
with a pledge of voluntary insomnia,
your firefly memories fly across the room
where the nightstand light is always kept off.
They flicker, those fireflies, and move around in all directions.
And I have lost my eyelids as it were
since I long to see you once again...
A faint wind blew,
for just long enough
to make the curtain window dance like a ballerina,
and the Full Moon's ray crawled in
like a baby.
It was for just a second, the moonrays crawling in,
but in that second I saw a glimplse of a shadow on the wall,
a shadow of my Muse standing right there somewhere in the dark room...
I see fireflies,
I am too preoccupied with a memory of a love that
did not work out,
that I never saw the shadow of my Muse in moonlight.
Wonderful shadow of muse in moonlight speaks about wise sharing. Interesting poem shared here...10
i love the line i have lost my eyelids as it were i know the feeling of not knowing if your eyes are open or not. the poet must tell us about our special moments - what we do or do not do. true?
very nice. as you might know i like nature poetry. i once described it as my church. lovely analogies, i agree with the others who said that. my grandmother once said not to say the word nice. everything should be magnificent or nothing at all. hmmmm.... well nice is a beginning and legitimate. grandmother or not, i disagree to an extent. i like plain talk in poetry. it is philosophy also, so it should be understandable although more descriptive than some prose perhaps. although i practice inserting my poetry into my prose. makes it easier to write. nice title also...
Thank you a lot for reading my poem.. Well, I agree with you, things should be magnificent.. But for that one needs to find the sublime in the ordinary, elevate the mediocore to the great... That is the challenge artists face when they create art.. That is beauty of it... It's not in magficence only, but it's in the magnificence in the mediocore...
This is indeed a remarkable write! Memories flitting like fireflies..... the very comparison is beautiful! The poem starts with an impressive opening, keeps the tempo throughout and ends in a striking way! Enjoyed it altogether!
It was for just a second, the moonrays crawling in, but in that second I saw a glimplse of a shadow on the wall, a shadow of my Muse standing right there somewhere in the dark room... wishes, disappointments. again wishes, desires waiting for the Muse in moonlight. excellent my dear poet. thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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do you know “The Muse” by Anna Akhmatova?
No, but if it's available on PH or somewhere online, I'm going for it right now.. And I put my reply on the upper box, because I replied to both you and Bharti :)