If I Could Hold The Moon Poem by Nosheen Irfan
If I Could Hold The Moon
In the hurry and scurry of life
Soul takes whips, sharp as knife
Heart yearns with an insatiable hunger
For the unreachable, loud as thunder
The day camouflages as the sunshine
For a while it all seems damn fine
The light slowly pales into evening mist
If I could hold the moon in my fist!
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
The pragmatic never fully wins out. Even I have had such thoughts
When the light pales, naturally the mind too becomes foggy and the heart yearns for the unreachable....! Instead of surrendering oneself completely to darkness, it is always better to seek for beacons of light in the dark....! The hope of finding them sustains life... As ever, pithy and sweet!
Again a breathing one. I wrote comments and deleted more than once. I am short of words. lovely style and expression
Short and beautiful as always, though I must confess I am not competent enough to fully fathom the subtleties you play with. The second stanza is really outstanding. The rhyming is unobtrusive. (10)
Insatiable hunger and loud thunder...a magnificent write. Top score and to my favourite!
wonderful imagination and nice imagery....... what i have thinking that how can a Moon hold a moon? just waiting for ypur new poem...
Yes, we yearn to hold the moon's celestial light. A sultry day ends and dusk falls with moon rising on the horizon, very beautiful
Great imagery and free flowing words makes this poem wonderful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 7:24:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes indeed the heart does year for the unreachable.