Everywhere is rain, colored of iced tea
And I'm sinking, half-awake, half-asleep
My one hand cuts thunder,
while another hand turns the door closed
My one eye is weeping willow tree,
while another eye wants to get rid of bees
My lips insist in replaying each word you said
while my tongue lingers over your name:
a sweet fruit, melting of dark chocolate -
embers of long kiss, sweat from your brow & back -
There is madness in having two moons
speak in broken proverbs & torn sentences
All words are lost in translation
Except this fevered war on nerves & bones
I curl deeper into this woman, foolishly
believing she can tame a wildcat of a man
The cold strangles my throat, I want to escape
But I'm in limbo, floating in your perfume
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Emotion in Poetry Hosted by Claudia
and Poets United - Midweek Motif - Fool for Poetry - Hosted by Susan C.
picture credit: here
And I'm sinking, half-awake, half-asleep
My one hand cuts thunder,
while another hand turns the door closed
My one eye is weeping willow tree,
while another eye wants to get rid of bees
My lips insist in replaying each word you said
while my tongue lingers over your name:
a sweet fruit, melting of dark chocolate -
embers of long kiss, sweat from your brow & back -
There is madness in having two moons
speak in broken proverbs & torn sentences
All words are lost in translation
Except this fevered war on nerves & bones
I curl deeper into this woman, foolishly
believing she can tame a wildcat of a man
The cold strangles my throat, I want to escape
But I'm in limbo, floating in your perfume
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Emotion in Poetry Hosted by Claudia
and Poets United - Midweek Motif - Fool for Poetry - Hosted by Susan C.
picture credit: here
I feel the contrasts in this poem, the mixes. It definitely does portray a feeling of being in limbo, Grace.
ReplyDeleteoh that captures the emotions so well... i once was in love with a man and i knew he is not good for me...and yet... i just fell for him again and again...ugh...can tear you apart... well written grace
ReplyDeleteWhen you have these loves this unrequited feelings.. Such a stark image of loss nod loneliness..
ReplyDeleteAnd the image of the two moons will haunt me.
DeleteTore me up, Grace, such sensual sadness, your love spilling onto a non-reciprocal bad boy; love the lines /a sweet fruit/melting of dark chocolate/embers of a long kiss/sweat from your brow & back/ the demons of lust masquerading as love; excuse me while I go take a cold shower.
ReplyDeleteUgh, limbo. The limbo of unrequited love, the limbo of not being able to tear yourself away, not knowing what is true, what is false. Yes, this is so well done.
ReplyDeleteVery poignant Grace. Loved the language and imagery. >KB
ReplyDelete"there's madness in having two moons" - somehow it got me thinking of Saturn :) obviously this is so much more than a reference to galactic tides. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThe left brain seems to be at war with the right here. Or maybe just a minor disagreement that can be ironed out. Colourful and puzzling.
ReplyDeleteQuite a contrast to Bjorn's piece I just read. This couple is on the other end of the spectrum - all rush, all tempest, and yet I don't feel a soulmate connection, just that addiction to the danger and the thrill of the passion.
ReplyDeleteThe woman sounds torn in half between contrasting emotions: one hand does one thing, the other hand does another, one eye weeping willow, one eye chasing bees etc. Perfectly conveys this 'dithering', this inability to pull loose in either one or the other direction.
ReplyDeleteThis brought back memories that put a knot in my stomach... in a good way. I escaped, but the emotion is still there. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYou have expressed the limbo stage and the contrasting emotions the persona feels there in a very vivid way, Grace!
ReplyDeleteSuch a push/pull here.. you can really feel the conflict, between the lovers and within the speaker. I loved these lines "My one eye is weeping willow tree,
ReplyDeletewhile another eye wants to get rid of bees". Beautiful.
You vividly capture the internal struggle/battle
ReplyDeleteAn excellent poem Grace, you capture the emotion so clearly. Oh dear i thought taming a wild cat of a man, what a daunting task.
ReplyDeleteThere is madness in having two moons
ReplyDeleteindeed ~
the perfume always gets you - every time - but who would have it any different ?
ReplyDeleteNice
The eternal struggle between the heart and mind. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteGetting into a limbo is about as depressing as not wanting to continue. You conveyed it very well Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Your title is great...at first I thought you were dreaming and the emotions were those we have when we first wake up from a dream...but it's very sad and moving as well
ReplyDeletemadmen, poets, and lovers ... sigh
ReplyDeletemention chocolate and willow trees and bees and I know the prescribed diet will not only be hard but well nigh impossible. Making two of me, one who has to hold and rock and console the other. Gosh, Grace. it is not foolish to be kind to the aFFLICTED!
Want and not want can clash indeed, leaving one confused and alone
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace... I love this couplet:
ReplyDeletehere is madness in having two moons
speak in broken proverbs & torn sentences
there was an interesting balance...a half-n-half...two powerful moons...strewn nicely in this...
ReplyDeletereally nicely written.
You did an amazing job of walking the tightrope between bliss and anxiety in love ... two emotions that are wrought from the same place ... I love the juxtaposition of opposite emotions here, it makes it all so much more acute.
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly written and I admire the unusual and original images....."one eye weeping willow tree"....."madness in having two moons". Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeletedef an interesting blend of emotion in this one grace....the intimacy but i fear a tinge of sadness in this as well...in that =fevered war of nerve and bone...the curling in on her....well built piece....
ReplyDeletetook the day off to work on grad school...
beautiful...'tame wild cat of man' ...in your dreams ~ emotional piece
ReplyDeleteYou painted a vivid picture of a woman torn by love and reason, if I may say so. Should I pity her or encourage her. In any case, she is in for an unsolicited advice if she were my friend. :-)
ReplyDeletehelplessness is vivid here and the suffering...'There is madness in having two moons'.....
ReplyDeletehaunting and beautiful image...
rain the colour of iced tea, the madness of having two moon... love this!
ReplyDeleteThe madness of those torn sentences are really quite beautiful..and achingly knowing and wise..
ReplyDeleteembers of long kiss....
ReplyDeleteI wonder what she chooses turn to or away from him. As always, thank you! Have a beautiful weekend, Grace!!
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You carry us directly into limbo, Grace; and I find it rather uncomfortable. You achieve and emotional pull with this on.
ReplyDeleteThis sent my heart tugging.
ReplyDelete"My one hand cuts thunder,
ReplyDeletewhile another hand turns the door closed"
For me, this sums up her dilemma--delighting in the passion, yet knowing she should leave. Wonderful poem, Grace.
Having two moons, yes, you.
ReplyDeleteMaybe also BETWEEN two...moons, whatever!
Excellent emotive piece of work, Grace
And your FEELINGS are felt by whoever reads!
Fascinating contrasts. It really speaks to how a person is torn.
ReplyDeleteThis is what you do best, Grace. The duality and contrast cuts like a knife. And I adore these two lines...
ReplyDeleteThere is madness in having two moons
speak in broken proverbs & torn sentences
I especially love the lines:
ReplyDeleteThere is madness in having two moons
speak in broken proverbs & torn sentences
All words are lost in translation
It's hard to tame a wildcat..some cats are meant to roam free..
ReplyDeleteThe power of a woman, muah-ha-ha!
ReplyDeleteFull of emotion, very nice piece ...
ReplyDeletepeace and love
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My goodness this is sensual. Loved the two moons line.
ReplyDelete"But I'm in limbo, floating in your perfume"
ReplyDeleteA good perfume will do that. :-D Love this poem.
This is truly wonderful! And seems to me ghazal-like, which makes me love it even more.
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