under the moonlight by Cheryll Perez
He long was my muse;
my heart ne'er forgot a night
of splendor in the moonlight.
He told me in dreams
that I have the softest skin;
then he whispered in my ear.
~~~
Written for dVerse Poets Pub FormForAll, where Samuel Peralta's prompt is
The Princess' Poem to her Secret Love. The prompt is for us to write a Sedoka, and Sam begins his beautiful post with these lines (please click link to read more):
As a poetic form, the sedoka is one of the rarest forms today, not often seen even within its native Japan..
And yet, some scholars have contended that one of the greatest poems of the Japanese language is a sedoka – a poem composed as a declaration of love by the Princess Nukata.
13 comments:
Such an intense and personal poem... Ah, but this is a poem that begs for more, that insinuates a story that is to be continued! Perhaps this is the start of a series based on the sedoka?
This makes me wonder if you ever met your muse outside of dreams?
Nicely rendered, ethereal poetry here. I really enjoyed this. -Mike
I like how this leaves me wondering. It has a sense of longing and hope.
Wonderful and sweet
it has to be said that its a very specific type of poem, so i can sort of understand why its not generally used.
I think it was on TED that i heard that the Greeks used to believe that a muse was a friendly spirit that lived in an area and would whisper in the ears of anyone who would listen - they would call this a Djinn, or a Genie - and eventually just a genius
Where is Lydia?
Semaphore~ "Intense:" Thank you for showing us this poetic form that can be intense within its confines, and what an idea you have planted in my mind!
Fireblossom~ Sorry to not be here as much as I'd wish lately. Been under the weather, or maybe the weather has been under me!
bostonpoetry~ I really appreciated your thoughts about my poem.
J.lynn~ You sense about this is spot on, I would say.
Bjorn~ Why, thank you so much.
Pixies~ How about that?! You gave background to something I only felt is the case. Remarkable you.
Oh this is so lovely Lydia, muses are fascinating, mysterious, and sometimes maddening
Some simple,
serious
lunacy.
Your true lover,
in silver.
Blessings and Bear hugs!
Bears Noting
Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)
mindlovemisery~ Many thanks for your comment.
Rob-bear~ Your poem about the moon is luminous, my friend!
Your maddening muse
YOYO
Anonymous~ Thank you for your a-musing comment. :)
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