The Obscure Moon

Sparkling shine from the distant moon
transcended her shadow
from a faraway place
reflecting her vivid glow
in the pristine water on a distant lake

And the gentle ripples on the waterbed
quietly oscillated her deviant visage
and slowly it unveiled
much artistry submerged in her vicious chimes
exposing her aberrant smiles
the mystic shades, one at a time

More he tried to decipher
further convoluted it became
robbing away his transient peace
snatching away his balance and rhythm

And as he stretched his hands
to confirm whether she was for real
the moon hid behind the grays
leaving his anxious soul
in an absolute dismay

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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  1. Very nice as always. Love the imagery of the moon’s glow, the shadow, the lake and its ripples, and the impact it all has on the third person voice of your poem. Water is usually a symbol and a metaphor of our emotions and feelings. Also, I usually enjoy out-of-body poems like this one. I mean by that poems not always written in the first person “I”. You succeed in doing this here. It makes the poem less personal, but equally lovely and touching. Loved it!

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