Strange Waters
For my mother
I’ve come to this world, a silhouette of what I was supposed to be. My glass, empty, from the very beginning. She left me as a young child, barely clinging to the memories of her embrace.
A promise, she said, I will take you with me someday.
So I waited and waited...Â
And waited…
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Waited…Â
I remember, I used to talk to the moon, hoping that my words could reach you, hoping to take a sip of even a little of your life. To fill this glass of mine that yearns for your love. But my cup filled with moonlight disappears overnight.
I feel like I am addicted to this drug called memories, where I get high on snippets of your smile, ones that I barely even remember.
My withdrawal is missing you whose face I don't even recognize.
Then I start to wonder, if my voice, who touched even the moon into tears of starlight will carry on over in your dreams tonight.Â
Reminding you of where you left me.
Then I grew up. I found out that even the moon doesn’t shine on the other side.
I grew up, I realized that only these hands of mine could shovel water into these barren wastelands.
I grew up
and IÂ finally left the moon behind.
For the first time in my life, it felt like I was swimming in a ragingÂ
river.Â
An ocean,Â
where I could see wonders left and right.
My mouth which has never tastedÂ
water,
Will never taste thirst again.
I sit on the sands, overlooking the horizon.
The silver of the night dancing on waves that flutter.
I look back.
A glass was never enough to contain me.
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Again, if you can, please leave a comment and tell me what you think!Â
I really appreciate knowing what others think of my writing and it just gives me a sense of satisfaction and fulfilment. I would love to hear from you, even if it's just sharing your own personal experience, or anything that you can relate with on this poem.
Hi Cyme...welcome to Cosmo!Â
I read your poem and what struck me first was the overwhelming sadness in it. But then the ending is uplifting. A poem of two halves but it works because the strength is born from the sadness. I like the moon in this. It is used almost symbolically. Some fabulous lined throughout.
"To fill this glass of mine that yearns for your love. But my cup filled with moonlight disappears overnight."
These lines evoke a powerful picture x
Wow, your poetry has only just come to my light but it is brilliant! You make the words seem to echo in my head, I can feel every word wrought with its own intended purpose, every line hits a different not yet it all combines into the same resonating melody. You have a beautiful talent for writing, treasure it!
Wow, what a journey here, and my the looks of these comments, I dont think I need to mention that!. I really love the analogy in this one and the ongoing theme of water. An awesome poetic motif. Enjoyed!
great poemÂ
Fantastic poem. I love it. Joe
Your writing is very eloquent and filled to the brim with interesting images that vividly put the reader in your zone. Well crafted poem enjoyed
laraine
Utterly stunning!! x
Your writing is delicate and extremely visual for the reader. There is an attentiveness to be mindful. A poignant write on self discovery. Reality being very different to our idea of what we hope will be. This melancholy write leaves the reader with a heavy heart. That aches for the person to feel happiness. Ending with that pinnacle revelation that there will never be a glass big enough. I think that’s true for all of us. We will always be searching for that bit more. A great piece, thanks for sharing and welcome to Cosmo Â