I Blame You, Moon
And your parasitic darkness
Empress of twilight and beyond, you’ve outstayed your welcome.
Come alone, I asked you, yet you brought the night–
libertine, fluid, and turbulent, swirling eddies through my voids, which were not for its blackness to fill. My silences were not your invitations.
I grapple for flickers, but hope for flames–antidotes to crumbling coals of an ebony pall. His face falls into a landscape I no longer recognize. Behind his eyes, a chalice of tears balances; equilibrium lost.
Plush rabbits, plump and soft like his skin, silky tags rubbed to threads; a 'remember this day from...' memory on my phone--him at five, fooling around--red bucket on his tousled hair remind me who he is. Who am I? A melancholy ache in unplayed beats rises from the corner where his drum kit gathers dust.
Sweeping the scattered powder of my atomized heart, I wonder, could my tears rehydrate it? If I can’t even touch your gauzy glow, what’s the point of you? Just leave! I’ll deal with me; because when he walks, oblivious, into the seduction of a night you reign over, I have no choice. I sculpt his history. I have to shine,
eclipse you.
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Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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That strikes me. You are a craftsman. It all really works. Nice choice fo words. There were times I was worried that the chick writing this was stalking me. Bravo.
Phenomenally written! BRAVO!!
I love every line of this poem. ❤️ As I read it, I found myself wondering...how were these rare and odd words paired together so effortlessly and fluidly? Really marvekous work. There is so much depth and emotion here. ❤️
Girl, you sure have a way with words. This is outstanding.
Your writing is beautiful, lyrical, and moving. Loved it!
Teresa, you did a great job with this. Your poem is an intriguing journey through the reaches of emotion, skillfully crafted with expressive imagery and poignant reflections. The way you confront the Empress of twilight with defiance and determination is empowering and inspiring. Each line is immersed with raw honesty and resilience, inviting readers to dig into our own battles with darkness and emerge with renewed strength. Wonderful work!!!
Poignant throughout, and ended perfectly 🥰
Each line I was thinking to myself, "wow, now that's poetry" until I got here: "Sweeping the scattered powder of my atomized heart, I wonder, could my tears rehydrate it?" I literally choked on a breath. It never ceases to amaze me how creative a person could be by just stringing a few words together. The way poets can capture complex thoughts and convey them with such simplicity, and so poignantly, is truly remarkable.
Oh wow, this was so poignant and emotional! Loved your Acrostic!
I should give up (I won't) but when I rread your poems, Teresa...honestly feel that way. That's as much a compliment as I can give. This is a showstopper. It feels so intimate...and yet so big and powerful...but so quiet, tender and so much aching through every word. Masterful. Like...round of applause, standing ovation worthy!
Oh my. This is heartachingly beautiful. You have this way of pricking at the very essence of me. And such lovely expression. "Sweeping the scattered powder of my atomized heart" - what a line.
Superb!!! Love how you ended your acrostic poem!!!❤️❤️💕
Love that come alone line. It really says so much to me.