Night is stygian sans of stars
Dark mood shares kinship
With black sky of new moon
Moon's jubilant child I am shedding
The gloom under full moon's glow
Poem with great meaning. Dark mood shares kinship to bloom into a full moon. Loved the imagery of words.
The determination to grow up a new dark moon into a full moon, looks like that of a mother. This is how I understand but Savita knows better. The short poem is beautiful.
A poem of great depth. Is crescent moon seen as the full moon that shed its glow to spread gloom? A wonderful image delivered in the poem. Thank you.
Words chosen are amazing. wonderful imagery skip. feeling just a full moon asking the crescent moon how do i look. perhaps only an artist can expect this only , rest may take otherwise who are you to judge me. superb.
On the corpus of this beautiful poem, I wish you happy new year dear madam...stay blessed by the bless of God
A brilliant little work on nature! I read your recent poem...a poem of value and great substance but unfortunately I couldn't place my comment there because you have closed your comment box for that specific poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(This is the fourth time I started typing my response. Something keeps erasing my text!) SO IT GOES, as Billy Pilgrim used to say. - No stars shine in the night sky. Nothing illuminates the night. And that blank black sky parallels a dark mood among humanity, one reflecting the other, accentuating this grim situation. But you are the moon's jubilant child, you embody the pure light of the New Moon, and when it shines on things it brings emotional light as well. This is a mysterious rescue (I referred to Elizabeth Bishop's poem ONE ART in my text message. Serendipity! It's Today's Poem on the HOME PAGE.)