#NaPoWriMo2023 : DAY 8

 

Hovering moods

Who called you shape-shifter?

Aren’t  those illuminating 

baffling protean shadows

which is never twice the same?

They say 

grief is the natural continuation of love,

Aren’t those just 

a coincidental synonymic?

Both takes times

to alter the contours 

from new and broken

to be a full relaxer.

Among the residues

of waxed quarters,

you just differ

from tribe to tribe.

Aren’t those your moves

to become a dreamer

under the supervising faiths

of far-famed crytomnesia?

Don’t you ever

fed up with dynamic identities?

Sometimes it feels

spring has entered the room,

oh flower moon!

From your hunter cage, 

you let the bygones

hide in bare fields.

Is it your strategy to live

or to forget seasonal calendars?

Who called you cold?

Aren’t those your concealed emotions

which let waves rise high

and soothes damaged lives

at the same time?

Prompts:

• “Grief is the natural continuation of love’.”. #Therandomlifafa #NaPoWriMoXShikhaholic @therandomlifafa

• Spring has entered the room  #daydreamingprompts @daydreamingpoems

• Dreamer  #thealiporepostpoetrymonth @thealiporepost

• Cryptomnesia  #unicornnapowrimo2023 @magazineunicorn

• Write a poem about the different phases of the moon, and how they relate to human emotions and experiences #ebanapowrimo'23 @elitebookawards

This post is a part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2023