Lunar decline

“Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.”
                      Jim Harrison

At night my terrors are watered by my tears
every passing second diminishing me
I know not what the dawn will bring
the fire that fed on the familiar wood
is now all but a mere shadow
along the bare willow boughs, wind sighs softly
am pared beyond recognition
my breath is slow tortured release
the fire-folk I relied upon for company
have all left. Leaving my slim sliver self shivering
I want to shine fiercely like a flame
does before being extinguished. The predawn black
promises the pinkest dawn in its wake
my destiny is to wane quietly.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Linda, says: So today I am sharing with you lines from eight different pieces in the book Songs of Unreason. The challenge is to pick one line and use it as an epigraph for a poem inspired by the line. You may write your poem in any form you wish.

78 thoughts on “Lunar decline

  1. In all thodr desperate lines there were some that shone with beauty despite the sadness…the fire that fed on the familiar wood
    is now all but a mere shadow
    along the bare willow boughs, wind sighs softly……….stunning, and you wanting to be the flame, but the waning pink glow the destiny….you know how to make a reader ache in empathy for you..and your poetry is that flame you speak of…..

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  2. This poem is exquisite magical beautiful from head to toe, if you can say that of a poem. You do such amazing justice to the picture and the human sentiments woven in. Every line is worth reading and feeling again, I enjoyed multiple reads.

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  3. “I want to shine fiercely like a flame
    does before being extinguished. The predawn black
    promises the pinkest dawn in its wake
    my destiny is to wane quietly.” Absolutely gorgeous poetry, dear Punam. I love this. ❤️

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  4. This is beautifully poignant – ‘I want to shine fiercely like a flame’ and yet ‘my destiny is to wane quietly.’

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  5. I want to shine fiercely like a flame
    does before being extinguished. The predawn black
    promises the pinkest dawn in its wake
    my destiny is to wane quietly.
    Wowowowsss.. 👏🏼👏🏼👌🏼👌🏼🤗💕

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