the lonely poetry of night #poem #poetry

trees whisper, cries of cloudy skies
inaudible, unseen,
you, Astraea,
you push me on a long-forgotten trail
the ocean, poisoned, green, unsettled
warm tongues, ecstasies of memories un-lived
defiled the innocence of maiden-stars
tears, corridors of sand
you, universe that dreamt us all
the pain of suffocated myths that die
kisses, floating sanctuaries
Astraea,
you who donโ€™t know desire
burn the nihilism of flesh
the plight
of souls sold for two pennies in slave markets
inside the lonely poetry of night

published in Indian Periodical on January 23, 2019

@short-prose-fiction

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90 thoughts on “the lonely poetry of night #poem #poetry

      1. I am glad everything is ok and you are back to Germany. I know busy. I hope I’ll survive till mid-December.
        Have a great weekend, Bojana.

         
  1. This is a beautiful and sad poem, Gabriela.

    For me the reference to poisoned oceans (taken in the wider context of the poem) speaks of the transatlantic slave trade. Whilst the closing lines:
    the plight
    of souls sold for two pennies in slave markets
    inside the lonely poetry of night”,
    Speaks of those (particularly young women) forced into prostitution. However I think there is much more in your poem than this.

    Best, Kevin

     
    1. Thank you so much for commenting, Kevin. I am thrilled with your interpretation. Indeed, there is more here. However, for me the interpretation of my readers is King.
      Have a great weekend ๐Ÿ™‚

       
    1. My dearest Wendi
      Thank you for appreciating the poem. I did not mean to mean you sad.
      I hope you have a magical day.
      xoxo
      G.

       
  2. I actually cannot tell you how much I love this poem; how it whispers to my soul, this poetry of the night, the starry loneliness and ecstasy that it simultaneously engulfs me with.

    I would be so happy if I could ever write like this. You truly never stop amazing me. Wishing you everything hon, but especially sleep, for now xoxo ๐Ÿ˜˜

     
    1. Hello, my dearest Rachel
      I cannot tell you how beautiful your comment is. It heals all my wounds.
      You don’t need to write like this. You write like you and your writing is magnificent.
      Thank you so much for the wish sweetheart. I slept last night and now I feel so confused. I’ll try coffee.

      I hope your weekend is as beautiful as your soul.
      xoxo

       
      1. Awww G. โ€œI slept last night and now I feel so confused. Iโ€™ll try coffee.โ€ But doesnโ€™t coffee keep you awake?? I feel worried about this situation. I do love coffee, so much, but do not wish for my beautiful friend to not sleep… Decaf is not so bad.

        Love and hugs to you Gabriela. My weekend is always more beautiful when I get to read your words xoxo

         
      2. Sweetheart, it was morning when I wrote this comment. So I had coffee. It’s morning again and I am going to have some again.
        Rachael, your goodness crosses all oceans. Thank you for being YOU.
        Hags, love, flowers and great chocolate to you.
        Have a beautiful week.

         
      3. Oh!!! Now I feel very… dense! It completely makes sense! A little part of me feels a bit of gladness you have enjoyed coffee without being awake all night, because I really do think itโ€™s one of life pleasures. For me, anyway xoxo

         
      4. Your favorite poet… You are so sweet my beautiful Rachel.
        Well, I bought Colombian coffee and I used heavy cream instead of milk. It’s good. However, I received a pack of Hawaiian coffee and I can’t wait to try it. I’ll let you know.
        Sending a lots of love and scents of Colombian coffee.
        What about your coffee?

         
      5. Yep, Iโ€™ve gone out on a limb and confessed ๐Ÿ˜‚, although, it probably doesnโ€™t come as a surprise.

        My coffee … I like to take black, double espresso but not too short – and not too long either. Here we call it a โ€˜long black,โ€™ with the crema on the top. As for regions, I usually drink Colombian or from elsewhere in South America. I always try to buy fair trade where I can… I used to drink milky coffees, but after so much coffee now I prefer to have the unadulterated version, no milk. My espresso machine I have at home is one of my most treasured possessions and I am forever on a quest to make the perfect coffee. Of course, if I could, I would make one for my fave poetess. Might be cold by the time it got to you, thatโ€™s all โ˜•๏ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜

         
      6. Oh, sweetheart, I would love to have one of your espressos. I slept in the afternoon. It’s evening here and I got start working on some research. Only if I can get that espresso. you are sending me. I guess I got to settled for my Colombian.
        Black coffee? I love those Greek (Turkish) small black coffees. I get those when I go to Europe,
        Sending you plenty of love.
        xoxo

         
      7. A long black is like those small Greek coffees but with more water. Prob more similar to an Italian espresso?

        I hope you get your work done G, itโ€™s hard when your sleep cycle is disrupted like that. Hopefully you will find that zone where everything falls into place. One day, I would love to hear about your research. Fingers crossed for sleep for you once your work is done xoxo

         
      8. Thank you so much sweetheart. It’s not the coffee that disturbs my sleep. When I stay up late I can’t get my mind to stop thinking. I came to the conclusion that my mind is my best weapon and my worst enemy at the same time.
        xoxo

         
      9. โ€œmy mind is my best weapon and my worst enemy at the same timeโ€ – so beautifully put G. Your mind is certainly always poetic. Overthinking is excruciating ๐Ÿ˜”.

         
  3. Hola G,

    Your use of Astraea and several of lines of this piece made me think of the sadness of lost innocence. Perhaps, I am looking at with simple eyes, but my reading of being pushed across the ocean and the line of the slaves sold for two pennies, leads me to think of the slave trade of the past (crossing he Atlantic).

    Probably not your interpretation. lol . This resonates with a sad beauty.

     
    1. Thank you for taking the time to read and thank you for your thoughtful comment, Drew. It means a lot to me. Yes, that was the intent behind the poem. Perhaps a bit more. Sometimes life is painful.
      Listen to the doctor and enjoy the beach ๐Ÿ™‚
      G.

       
      1. I assure you, this is one of those rare occasions where I strictly follow the doctor’s orders. Life is a beach.

        Wishing an island breeze touches your soul, as the bright sun warms your heart. Stay inspired.

         
    1. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my dear Mistella. I am so delighted you liked it,
      I lost my reblog button, but you can link to the post if you wish.
      Hugs
      G.

       
      1. I read you post ‘Who Am I” just now. I gave you a like. Your writing is impressive, I am following you now.

         

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