The Eclipse Was on the Other Side

When I expected to see the unknown skies yonder,

I learned that the stars were hidden from our wonder.

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The eclipse was much farther, on the other side,

Unseen to us, unwitnessable apparition to subside.

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But the mind and soul can feel the changes of beyond,

Visible in my kids’ restlessness, a force unable to succumb.

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Fidgeting annoying gestures, animalistic growls, desire to eat,

Uncontrollable cries, wanting more and feeling incomplete.

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The moon in its full force protruding gently from my mind,

I imagine its golden-ringed perfection eclipsed, no rewind.

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With a focus on totality, is the Moon’s eclipse journey forgotten?

Days before and beyond the eclipse, we feel its effects, drunken.

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The eclipse of the mind was thoroughly feelable to us, alive

In our souls, even if its celestial view was inherently denied.

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Inspired by A.H. Mehr’s poem, where I first learned about the Ghazal Poem form, I tried writing my own. I hope it managed to be in the correct form, even if I had trouble keeping the Bah’r. It is a challenging form of poetry and I respect the poets who can write effortlessly.

Regarding the eclipse, in Europe, it was not visible, but we could thoroughly feel its effects on our behavior and energy shifts. I tried to express that.

Thank you to Claire Kelly, Dave Logan, and The Sturg — the talented editors of Write Under the Moon.

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