Is it the light?

The earth hums late at night. You feel her
uneven sounds rise through your spine.
The lone string of an ektara moves under
her finger – a horizon vibrating, sky spilling
into charcoal ocean. Is it the light that takes
the music out of our ordinary days? In the
dark, love becomes truth. Of what use is
certainty that does not have your lips? Aren’t
the patterns of stars made by intervening
shadows. See, ambiguity is the prerogative
of the broken heart. I want to sing with words
I have never heard. I want to remember
things that never happened. Let me steal
a silver melody from the devious moon.
Tomorrow, I promise to lie about this moment.

A poem for Susan’s prompt at PU – “Authenticity”.

 

 

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26 thoughts on “Is it the light?

  1. Ah, many of us (and I am one) know all too well the prerogative of ambiguity that belongs only to the brokenhearted.

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  2. Wow! Yummy poem. That string, yes! I felt it! I believe it is still there in the day though light and noise of waking things camouflage it. And is “your” the dark itself? Or the heartbreaker? I think it’s the dark, and the action is worthy, and even the lie is authentic. We give lots of space to the brokenhearted. Pow!

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  3. This is incredibly stunning, Rajani!! ❤️ I LOVE “In the dark, love becomes truth. Of what use is
    certainty that does not have your lips? Aren’t the patterns of stars made by intervening shadows.” 🙂

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  4. Your opening lines remind me of a news article I read once that said scientists had discovered there is a hum coming from the middle of the earth……..I love ” I want to sing with words I have never heard.” Beautiful.

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  5. “a horizon vibrating, sky spilling
    into charcoal ocean. ” and “Let me steal
    a silver melody from the devious moon.”
    Absolutely stunning images The whole poem is a work of beauty

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  6. I like how you developed your opening line, Rajani! I especially love the phrase ‘a horizon vibrating, sky spilling / into charcoal ocean’. I also like the pondering on whether the light that takes the music out of ordinary days, and I love the lines:
    ‘…Let me steal
    a silver melody from the devious moon.
    Tomorrow, I promise to lie about this moment.’

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