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by silvershoes   Feb 19, 2012


Midnight's in bloom for the first time,
but it's wilting, and I'm
skeptical on the ridge of tomorrow,
hanging like a silkworm's cocoon
on a white mulberry leaf,
gathering promises -
promises that I never told,
(but I kept).

In this unknowing,
a delicate gift of a new day
is begging to be unwrapped,
making it so, so tough to fall
into sleep's beckoning arms
and cries of longing.
She's calling to me, "Here.
Here is all you ever need to be."
But, like me, she's too easy to take for granted.

Because what if I lose this feeling?
What if sleep is the nocturnal beast
with a wolf's grin in a lamb's coat,
come to steal my midnight dreaming
of a better me
in a better tomorrow?

What if all I ever could be
is weighing on this moment?
And when the night ends;
when stars like bejeweled pincushions in the
warm folds of the sky swell into
scorching beads of sweat under a scalding hot, Godless
sun...
What if I'm the same as yesterday,
and nothing changes?

Then I will be as contemptible
as the keyboard I've spent the last hour talking to,
(and I'm damn sure it's not alive).

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  • 5 years ago

    by nourayasmine

    I like, like, LIKE this enough to come back to it everytime I feel lonely and in need of an inspiration. Creativity dripping all throughout the piece, starting from the title. Damn.

    I like how you started with that sad, tender accent (that I heard in my mind). How you could go describing it so purely. Then as I came closer to the ending, I felt TONS of wisdom here and there. TONS of emotions. I was left speechless. I swear.

    I will come later with a giant comment. Be pending.

  • 5 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    An outstanding and poignant piece of art reflecting on life's ambiguities, evanescence, indecisions, and the lessons learned, for those who have faced them.....exposing life's vulnerabilities, so very true. Life and love can bloom but also can wilt really fast, if the gardener does not know how to nurture the delicate flower right. Moments of sky high hopes can suddenly vanish in no time. Just ask the moonflower (aka midnight flower) that blooms only once a year, unfolding its beauty, splendor and fragrance, just for a night, only to shrivel and wilt away by the morning. The author did well to capture this evanesacence in a heartbreak here. Here is a link to see the moonflower's (aka midnight flower) bloom and die cycle, to taste its ephemeral beauty, and fully appreciate the author's opening lines of this poem:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZM7MjqU8YpM

    Apprehension reigns in the poetess's thoughts, throughout, that will move the readers, particularly those who can relate. The feelings portrayed here are delicate, just like a silkworm's coccon hanging by a delicate silk thread of a mulberry leaf:

    "skeptical on the ridge of tomorrow,
    hanging like a silkworm's cocoon"

    The poem will strike a cord with all those who thought they had everything in love or life, but suddenly lose everything. An imagery of confusion and uncertainties in life can sometimes be so unnerving:

    "What if all I ever could be
    is weighing on this moment?"

    And the doubts, and the blame on self (though it may not be one's fault)

    "What if I'm the same as yesterday,
    and nothing changes?"

    But, the hope of a new beginning is not yet lost:

    "In this unknowing,
    a delicate gift of a new day
    is begging to be unwrapped,"

    Nevertheless, the dubiety reigns, and vulnerable thoughts surface in a evocative ending:

    "What if I'm the same as yesterday,
    and nothing changes?

    Then I will be as contemptible
    as the keyboard I've spent the last hour talking to,
    (and I'm damn sure it's not alive)."

    This poem is deserving to be on the front page for reasons more than one. It portrays the impermanence of life and love, symbolically like the moonflower, and the lessons that are learned from it. However, I strongly believe that each such experience help foster the strength and shape of the individual in us to face a hopeful tomorrow, with greater humility and character, destroyed by our vulnerability or mistakes. The longer the cocoon stays on the mulberry leaf, the stronger and finer (and more valuable) will be its (silk) thread from which it is suspended.

    (Judging 2-26-12)

  • 5 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    You posted this before I came back right?
    I remember I was studying and then on my study breaks I would roam around here like a mischievious little beast, being angry because I couldn't comment.

    I was so happy to see this poem won,
    and lonely mountain better win on Monday or I'll scream.

    lately miss..WHAT IS HAPPENING?
    is there anything you are eating? no? yes? yes? Can I have the recipe? Can I take a bite atleast? :'(

    you are turning into such a beast,
    not that you weren't..but I mean DANG.

    "She's calling to me, "Here.
    Here is all you ever need to be."
    But, like me, she's too easy to take for granted.

    Because what if I lose this feeling?
    What if sleep is the nocturnal beast
    with a wolf's grin in a lamb's coat,
    come to steal my midnight dreaming
    of a better me
    in a better tomorrow?"

    those parts made the piece for me.
    pure beauty.

    I can't find a thing I don't like about this poem, I like the doubt, the scenario..the nostalgia, its like your own mind is playing tricks on you..while on some parts of it, you seem really certain of things, (promises I didn't say,but I kept)
    on others you trail off slightly,
    (what if I lose this?)

    But in a gorgeous poetic way..

    the word choice was very tasteful,specially the stars part...

    I love the number title and how it actually covers the whole content of the poem...because you know titles are usually the hardest part.

    this write held so much emotion,I can't even..

    to me, it seems that you're in a growing process at the moment..and it reflects in your writes..

    I look forward for more..

    ...I am READY.

  • 5 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    This poem is such a Star.. ugh.

    I'll leave a better comment.. but ..just,

    ugh..

    Darn you.

  • 5 years ago

    by alka mendiratta

    Congrats on the win.Very thought provoking write with a great flow and a powerful imagery.

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