National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” I might have never believed that I would do it when I started writing a poem a day. However, I am here, with my last segment, wrapping…

A moonlight tryst

I so tasted the night my love,As it trickled down from goblets of fading sunsTo my parched, longing throat.Into a warm,Melancholy embrace. Deeper,And deeper,And deeper-To every ounceOf my blood. Metal lingeredAt the back of my tongue.The silver of moonlightRan through my veins.My skin lit up,With the touch of a thousand glowing stars,My eyes gazed rapt,In…

Mirage (a dream)

Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream? ~ Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within A Dream. Like fleeting thoughtsOn ephemeral nights,Like icicle tears,And blinding lights.Like molten silver,Solid gold,Like dying warm,And living cold,Like burning fires,Embers dead,Like perfect lies,And things unsaid. They say:Humans come and humans go,Good times too and strife,But what if we…

Hold on to the moon dear, hold on to it tight

Hold on to the moon dear, hold on to it tight,Follow thy moon to broad daylight,Let it lead you, feel it’s flight, Hold on to the moon dear, hold on to it tight. Let the cadence of its poesy resound in delight,Let it hold your gaze in the bleakest of nights,With the fall of the sun,…