Crimson Night Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Crimson Night
Flurried face of the night
imitates my inner turmoil
The crimson moon stands aloof
prophesying doom
It gives new blood to the gloom
that lurks around the corners
of the streets
and flows in the tired seas
A lingering hush
echoes inside the ominous whisperings
of the trees
Crimson light pours into me
a deadly red potion of grief
Tears well inside me
and drift like a river
through my landscape.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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Elastic...this bit of expression can be stretched to unlimited extent, 'a deadly red potion of grief Tears well inside me and drift like a river through my landscape'. A wonderful piece of poetry!
My inner turmoil! Sadness; but, hope lies ahead of you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I counted seven images or complexes of images in this poem, which makes it a purely poetic way of addressing a psychological crisis. I admire both your grasp of the workings of emotions and the sheer beauty of the imagery. This is a poem about mental angst but it does not sink into that angst. It is already rising above the tyranny of the emotions and summoning readers to a similar freedom of mind.
Thank you so much for sterling review. It's my obsession with dark images that makes me write such stuff but i try to balance it out with some frisky poetry celebrating Nature.
Most nights. I just appreciate the moon and the firmament for their intrinsic beauty and philosophical inspiration, but when my mood is heightened through current emotion, it seems echoed in the heavens, as this poem so cleverly points out
Night, even a beautiful sunset can mimic or mock our mood. Very well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:03:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Superb! ! ! Emotions are hard to control, in the most beautiful backdrops of night and silence, I hear the sound of heart crack and tears in your crafty and articulate poem, No less than 10 for you, Nosheen.
Thank u Asim for your very intelligent n encouraging remarks.