#NaPoWriMo2023 : DAY 2

 

BECOMING A COMFORTER 

“Hey there, oh phantom!”

Sun called out the moon,

while unfolding the evening.

Moon, half-asleep,

nodded without looking at him

“Are you in the mood of rabble-rousing again?”

“I am just leavin’

thought to share my coffee.

I believe you are ready,

to shine and cure

the crisp cries of 

women who fight;

to soothe the high hopes of

broken hearts at night.

But don’t forget,

incase you find yourself 

making a choice 

between feeling it and feeling nothing at all,

always choose to feel”

Moon, being an immortal comforter,

hummed sluggish tunes,

brushed cotton clouds aside

and took his position.

He always thanks

the grateful warmth of Sun,

but that time, he cried.

“Meet me soon 

on the other side,

As I too get worn-out

looking pretty wrinkled faces

half-shadowed under the eyes.

The trembling of my played-out holes

make me aware of 

all the tiny little things

that this earth suffers.”

Sun was long gone,

as so were his wavy red signals.

Fireflies are now longing for solace,

and so is the moon!

Prompts:

• Incase you find yourself making a choice between feeling it and feeling nothing at all, always choose to feel
#Therandomlifafa #NaPoWriMoXShikhaholic @therandomlifafa

• Coffee #thealiporepostpoetrymonth
@thealiporepost

• Women who fight #daydreamingprompts @daydreamingpoems

• Rabble-rouse #unicornnapowrimo2023 @magazineunicorn

• Write a poem as a conversation between the sun and the moon #ebanapowrimo'23 @elitebookawards 

This post is a part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2023