What the voayer moon told me

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What the voayer moon told me

The trinkets that a traveler would tuck
inside the safety of a pocket
is akin to pleading a household
to bless
the paintbrush water –
the sun to not lap it up;

the same sun
that took in oceans
like it is happy hour.

We find it funny –
when you stare,
when you beg for the rain,
when you are drowning,
when you call us “Mine”,
when you keep us in your hair;
the songs you sing,
the precious little notes –
different, if I am Here
or There,
praying I hear it.

your courtesan stars
behind the smoke screen,
your billowing hands
stretching tablecloths
across the heavens –
counting your gardens
against the rust of your pennies,
chirping your bruises
to be kissed blue
thinking I alone have
in some imagined constructions
calmed all others
like a never- sleeping
mother goose.

As though I have christened
their souls
to be the jewels of your blessings,
like your hunts have not bored me to darkness,
like I carved your husks to my liking,
like your and everyone’s lover
is never on that
curved cliff edge
with runts of his litter
in a sack
inventing words for the first time,
your hungers
harking through your souls,
your deities outdated;

a thousand hundred millions
of my hands
you crave for cradling,
soothing,
swaddling your restless hearts
and crooning,
seducing, omitting
,
feeding a crescendo
from my curved mouth
into your nightingale throat.

Yes, I am here –

that much we’ve learned;
But I am mostly just looking.
And you are only looking too.

*Shared with dVerse Open Link Night

~ by Oloriel on June 2, 2022.

21 Responses to “What the voayer moon told me”

  1. Hello, Oloriel. Several times did I read that word in the title as “voyager”. It is only now that I read it correctly. I have missed your poems. You don’t post them much these days. I sent you a story, “The Interrupter”. I hope you found it. I sent it to the Suburban Witchcraft email. I also left you a message on Twitter about the story. I hope all is well. Good day.

    • Always nice to hear from you Peter ❤ I have received and read your story and wrote you a reply.
      As for the poem, I share when I write, and even myself I have similar experiences with this one, about the voayer vs voyager in the title; even worse, I was not sure about the spelling so wanted to check it online. Let me just tell you I did not find what I was looking for!
      Hope you are well, my friend!

  2. Your work is so inspired, the imagery divine, the sentiments deep and tremulous.

  3. “against the rust of your pennies”, I love that line.
    Terry

  4. I especially like the line…”counting your gardens
    against the rust of your pennies…” Well done

  5. Loved these lines:

    the same sun
    that took in oceans
    like it is happy hour.

    Yes!! The last lines remind me of our higher selves as the witness. Enjoyed all the poetic wisdom in this!

  6. What a nice surprise to read you again in OpenLinkNight. Hope all is well.

    Your poem gives this muse a different perspective ! I specially adore these lines:

    feeding a crescendo
    from my curved mouth
    into your nightingale throat.

  7. This is simply wonderful to read, Oloriel. So many good lines but I particularly loved these:

    “your courtesan stars
    behind the smoke screen,
    your billowing hands
    stretching tablecloths
    across the heavens –
    counting your gardens
    against the rust of your pennies,
    chirping your bruises”

    “like your hunts have not bored me to darkness,”

    “your hungers
    harking through your souls,
    your deities outdated;”

    Soooo good ❤

  8. My goodness this is good! I especially love; “your courtesan stars behind the smoke screen, your billowing hands stretching tablecloths across the heavens.” ❤️❤️

  9. There are lines here that transcend the verse, they are superb…lovely..

    • Thank you very much for reading, and taking the time to leave me a word of your own, I am glad to know you found the poem enjoyable.

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