[436] Silent Guardian of The Night

All death is a return back to the birth⁣⁣
and our life in between a tidal wave⁣⁣
When I was left bedridden⁣⁣
everything was without shadows⁣⁣
and in a few blinks the crescent moon⁣⁣
disappeared with me ⁣⁣
My bedside window was a mirror⁣⁣
and as I disappeared into the night⁣⁣
I could see two ways at one time or⁣⁣
the crossroads of death and life⁣⁣
⁣⁣
They say⁣⁣
If you look at the moon long enough⁣⁣
you’ll find yourself in there⁣⁣
The circular macabre or⁣⁣
a reminder of our past form⁣⁣
The first familiar frontier to the beyond⁣⁣
nudging numinous mesmerising thoughts⁣⁣
like the mystery of the dark side of the moon⁣⁣
which was luring me in with its gravitational pull⁣⁣
but all death is a return back to the birth⁣⁣
⁣⁣
When she was left bedridden⁣⁣
everything was filled with my first cries⁣⁣
and in a few blinks the new moon ⁣⁣
shone its light on me ⁣⁣
Her bedside window was a mirror of sounds⁣⁣
and all I heard were crashing tidal waves⁣⁣
or the life that was awaiting me ⁣⁣
all in the image of ⁣⁣a rock
not unlike the moon
resisting death⁣⁣ in all its glory


Prompts:
1. NaPoWriMo’s write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon 🌚
2. @brownhourpoetry ’s ‘I was bedridden’
3. @poemsindia ’s ‘When a window is a mirror, you see two ways at one time’

18 thoughts on “[436] Silent Guardian of The Night

  1. You took those prompts and “ran with them.” I love this – so full of imagery – such a beautiful use of language. Thank you, {{{Rahul}}} for sharing your talent. Have a wonderful weekend. <3

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