Disjointed

by The Queen   Aug 2, 2011


She is a rescued moth morphing
under a sheet of stars navigating
a minute and a half late migrating
half a world away breathing

We often met over
a dusty heap
of nude words and sororal touch
drunk at moonset
on the aromas
of newly printed books

I am no more, than a hapless air humming
in the torrent of her will wailing
full of four letter word appalling
half a life gone reverting

We often met over
a midnight jaunt
of living meteors and exquisite dreams
sober at moonrise
from the pages
of our fragmented minds

Neither exactly alluring, nor longer frightening
we are heading
d
....o
.......w
..........n
a tipping point
of no return

...written for my sister, who is now studying abroad

Copyright (C) 2011 by EvanescentMoon

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  • 13 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    That was such a powerful piece beautifully written deffo a nomination !!!

  • 13 years ago

    by MyaEve

    Very beautiful, and breath taking.
    I have no other words for this magical piece of writing. <3

  • 13 years ago

    by nouriguess

    You are a gift :)
    I so love this piece, Myryn, I so love it.
    And I will nominate it for sure! :)
    So much emotions were put to this piece, I can totally feel your love and longings for your sister, I can relate to your words, since I have a dear friend who went to Russia to study too. :) I could feel lots of feelings, while reading this, I'm quite inspired now.
    -The title is as interesting as each stanza in this piece, it directly drew me in, and I can't remember my reaction when I read the content of it...lol it was an astounding write, Myryn. Believe me.

    Other than the flow and the emotions, there is something catchy here.., it is the wording! yes, the wording, it was awesomely awesome:) and I can't find myself in your greatness at all, I need years to reach your talent and I like how you organize your words, Hmmmm I should write with you oneday...:P

    We often met over
    a dusty heap
    of nude words and sororal touch
    drunk at moonset
    on the aromas
    of newly printed books
    ^^^
    Hon, "touch" should be "touches" right? ;)
    and what a greatness!
    I LOVED this stanza, Mai, VERY much, I mean really, can't you see how deep the images are?? and the metaphors are so well-chosen, bravo ya 3omriiiiii :P

    -My favorite part is this:

    "We often met over
    a midnight jaunt
    of living meteors and exquisite dreams
    sober at moonrise
    from the pages
    of our fragmented minds"

    -this -honestly- was breath-taking, I liked the whole piece, starting from the title till the closing lines (that are amazing, btw)
    please keep writing, your style is just so ....dunno.

    Five and a nomination!

  • 13 years ago

    by Saerelune

    First stanza:
    Interesting that you're saying "rescued" and "moth" (instead of something like a butterfly), because it has such subtle symbolism in it. To me it's like you're saying that it was a good thing for her to go abroad, because it will provide her a brighter future. She's now a moth that's rescued and may one day turn beautiful, something that doesn't remain in the shadows (like a moth, hence it's morphing now).

    Second stanza:
    I like the way you're shifting to the past now, reminiscing the moments you shared at night. I can see a wisp of seriousness here, as it seems like you're illustrating deep conversations you've had with your little sister. It shows how much you trusted each other and how precious your bond was. Then you talk about those "newly printed books" and I am reminded of the innocent times, when a mother reads a fairytale to her daughter. It is something I see in you all the time, this motherly aspect, although she's you little sister.

    Third stanza:
    I can see that this poem is cleverly constructed, as the rhyming pattern and the length of this stanza is the same at the first stanza. I was especially fond of the connection between the first and third stanza's last line. They seem parallel to me, creating a contrast between the distance that's defined by the oceans, and the distance that's defined by our souls.
    I only found the third line to be a bit vague, as this four-letter-word could be anything. Of course it's usually "love" we're talking about, but I felt like this isn't a convincing description. It's kind of distracting as the rest of the poem was easily read, but this made my imagination stuck.

    Fourth stanza:
    You're doing the same thing here as you've done between the first and third stanza, nice. Even the line lengths are almost equal to those of the second stanza, I like the messy structure of this. It works quite well, visually, because I feel like it's a way to illustrate the fading moments in the back of your mind, while the first and third stanza are solidly displayed, as if you're trying to force the harsh reality into our minds.

    Fifth stanza:
    These lines are more direct and therefore they impact the reader much more, as he/she doesn't have to unravel your words anymore. This "directness" can usually become blunt but I think you found a clever solution for that, playing with the structure again. I like the way the word "down" truly went down, as it dramatizes the moment much more. This downfall ends in a "tipping point", which I found to be a smooth movement.

    So, the strongest points of this poem are its emotion (which you've always excelled in) and the interconnection within the whole poem. The latter is a new technique in your poetry, and I truly enjoy the way you've grown throughout the years. There's not even much a need of correcting your grammar anymore, something which you're always stressed about. ;)

    Well done dear.