Vast opium skies;
candy dreams cascade
down from pearly orbs
of his heavy eyelids,
watching the dance of
pebble starlets
swaying through a
misty labyrinth of lullabies.
Ashen winds eclipse
in a veil of charcoal sand,
brushing the clouds like
paper-thin whispers
in the ears of slumber.
Lunar sun fades,
and cobalt chill rains
sprinkle on the moonlit child,
he will sleep safe now,
for his moon is not for sale.
Author notes
I was inspired more by the phrase rather than the picture, surprisingly. And i also grabbed some inspiration from the song Indigo Children by Puscifer. My picture was not the inspiration, just thought it'd go nice with it. This is the link to it, to credit the illustrator http://moonshinelog.sneeuwvosje.nl/moon%20child.jpg
A contest entry
- "The Moon is Not for Sale" by JinSays.
1206 points, ended March 4, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Everytime I read something that has anything to do with the moon it reminds me of someone. So this one, out of the ones I have read so far, sticks to me the most. Just for that one simple word....
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that was the most beautiful thing I have read on here in the longest time. I absolutely love your style, it is very unique, how long have you been writing? I am very impressed. This poem was hauntingly beautiful, like shadows at dusk, or reflections on sunrise dewdrops. There is also beautiful contrast in this piece. You started off the piece talking about cascading candy dreams, and then the imagery morphs into ashen winds and cobalt chill rains. It was the perfect balance, and yin-yang effect. Thank you for sharing!!
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Well thanks for your precious comment! I've been writing since I was 12. I'm almost 20 now.
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thats about when I started too. I dont know about you, but i always have a good time rereading what I wrote back then lol. Its really cool to look back and see how far along you've come.
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hmmm this is so sweet it kind of reminds me of a lullaby Makes me comforted. You have a very gifted way of expressing yourself and describing unusual things. I love that last part:
Lunar sun fades,
and cobalt chill rains
sprinkle on the moonlit child,
he will sleep safe now,
for his moon is not for sale.
That is very poetic I read it several times.
~*~Donnia~*~
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No, not surprisingly, I hardly ever follow exactly what a prompt inspires in everyone else-and it's nice to see someone who'll not be afraid to do the same thing.
The phrase itself is what inspired this contest, so see? I'm ahead by thirty
Thank you for this write, it's truly inspiring.
Love,
jin
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Wow! How beautifully you have weaved this piece.
It sounds to me you are describing the time when a head hits the pillow, the eyes not quite closed, where sleep in just seconds away. Or at least that is what I found in it. I really liked the last two lines. He will slep safe for now. His moon is not for sale. I read it and think he will sleep safely without nightmare. That his innocence is not yet been sold to the horrors of life. I'm probably off course but thank you for making me think and for writing such a beautiful piece.
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I totally adored this.It was beyond gorgeous. Breathtaking too. I love love loved it. XD Yay Slat.
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Very lovely poem, Hon.. One that mother's everywhere should delight in reading to their children..
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I liked it
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An adult version of a child's storybook. I really enjoyed the fantasy detail here and the personification that happened here and there.
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