she used to be amorphous,
she used to pour herself like wine
into a glass and become a new shape.
she used to cascade down rocks and leave
bits of her soul in between crevices and cracks.
she used to be inexorable, ineffable.
but now i see her and i am overcome
with the feeling of loss.
like she’s gone somewhere without telling me.
and i shake in my bed, under ten comforters but still somehow cold, just wishing i could grasp her warmth in my own hands and whisper to her as she sleeps
’please don’t ever grow up without me’
she used to pour herself like wine
into a glass and become a new shape.
she used to cascade down rocks and leave
bits of her soul in between crevices and cracks.
she used to be inexorable, ineffable.
but now i see her and i am overcome
with the feeling of loss.
like she’s gone somewhere without telling me.
and i shake in my bed, under ten comforters but still somehow cold, just wishing i could grasp her warmth in my own hands and whisper to her as she sleeps
’please don’t ever grow up without me’
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Quella
Dec 17, 2018
Hi Lila,
This is Quella, one of the YWP mentors. Wow. This is so freaking powerful! I absolutely love the rhythm of the first two lines, and was a bit confused when I felt that rhythm change, but in retrospect, the shift works with the poem. I also love the quote at the end.
You do a great job here of inspiring curiosity in readers (at least in me!) while also leaving us with a sense of calm, as if what you've told us is exactly what we need to know. This paradox resembles a lot of wisdom, in the sense that a lot of things are like that--we want to know more, but we know that we either already know on some level, or don't need to.
Anyway, well done. What is the significance of the title of this? Is that a nickname for the person you're talking about, or are you talking about the moon herself? (Just my curiosity. :)
Be well, be bright.
Q