~ Refreshment

~ Refreshment, A poem about my hate-love relationship with Poetry. Nothing more need to be said.

~ Refreshment

 

 

She decided to give her heart

              Back to the moon,

   Where she belonged;

           So that her heat could sizzle softly

       On this fresh skin, to be one again;

 

After being sun-baked inside

           For too many months, even years,

  And feeling over burned by the love,

              Of his tangible forged iron(ic) arms of heat.

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

The love - hate relationship with Poetry
Enjoy!

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Indeed, we all need to refresh our minds and take a little break from the sizzling sun.
What better place to be than in the arms of the moon for comfort...such as poetry, my dear Eli.
You have softened the intensity with your tender words, yet we writers know all too well that it can absorb every ounce of our being. Therein lies the love-hate relationship...

Magnificent write Sis!~xoxo~

Thank you so much Sis, you always understand it beautiful words.... :) makes me happy that you enjoyed this little one xoxo :) (i'll be back later fully)... hugs

[Sugar Plum ♥]

Oh how wonderful! Moon, as always the feminine root of all, lid up from the fiery {sun} of male. It`s great metaphor for how inspiration works sometimes...It has ways and labyrinths even. Moon has a cool sparkle and sun too warm, in balance between them is the love of poets. So nice, dear Eli!

{nour}
July-013

I knew you would understand this one... :) your review makes me happy, and smile (again). :D xx

[WILDERNESS]

Thanks to SP, I reached the depth of the poem. Splendid write

[Sugar Plum ♥]

Thank you too, and dear Eli, I love your reviews always! (hug)

Thanks for the comment F A

[Wolfwind]

A beautifully worded piece. I'll admit though... While I can see in the words that there is a certain polarization between hot and cold...or perhaps bad or good. The analogy described in the first stanza, going back to the moon to sizzle.. that just doesn't make any sense to me... =) Perhaps I'm seeing it incorrectly... but doesn't the piece basically state that one is going from the over opressive heat of something like a fiery cage into the coolness of the moons night? Any way... I love how the words of the poem sound when spoken! =)

Ink that makes me think..
Aaron

Thank you very much Aaron, I appreciate it. I have a love-hate realationship with poetry, I love to spend day and night on it, and it's always in my head, (I'm a moonchild) from origin, and when the sun in my heart is too heavy, the love is too heavy, I wished I could being back to my roots, for a refreshment, so (when you bake an egg, you hear the sound Zzssshhh when the egg falls into the pan.....(or something like that) I always see tree/four things when discribing something... this popped up for a synonym... well my heart has been cooled off by writing this, being back to my moon-basis) too rehab from sun's love... thank you dearly for reviewing me, I so appreciate that. - Elisa. P.s. after weekends I'll come back for your fantastic work... :)

[Wolfwind]

You're welcome. Thanks for explaining it! =)

I hope it makes sense, for I error my a*s off tonight, but I don't care, it's who I am. So imperfect... =) thanks friend for accepting me how I am.