Tragic Tale of Jericho and Noura:
Prose Poem in Collaboration with Zi Zoe
Motherly Noura the Nourisher;
Beloved, beholder, botanical
A beautiful moonscape poem
written on the moon,
as ram horns echo...
You
break me
in half like a crescent-
By moonrise,
I am moonstruck
like the ocean tides,
being pulled in
except by you,
Noura my beautiful moonbow
Love is
painted on
ever-changing seasons leaves,
Moonward I would ,
climb vines of moon seeds,
for a taste
of sparrows milk-
bouquets of flowers,
games of chess
except by you,
Noura my beautiful moonbow
Lovely is engraved on
bird feathers of hope;
delicate raindrops of nectar—
Her navel,
the very center of my universe
no other woman,
do trees sway,
as the two
kicking up moondust
except by you,
Noura my beautiful moonbow
If you love Jericho,
as far as the trees,
of the universe-
You’re heart,
is never held hostage
or as jumpy as a moon fish-
For she,
is as strong fortress,
who wants only safety
inside her formidable walls-
Jericho be fearless please!
Rest assured,
you are no mooncalf!
He writes,
soul enriching poetry,
for his darling moon-child...
He pours tears of compulsion
Life without you,
is nothingness-
Let me be moonblind
Your eyes know ,
I waited so long
no other woman
sweeps me,
in moments of love
like a moonquake...
except by you,
Noura my beautiful moonbow
Many things,
I would love to tell you,
first, middle, last,
and always,
I love you—
Be distilled,
my heart,
passion burns like a swig of moonshine
Noura my beautiful moonbow
Moonsets on us,
like a gust simoon carries us
in different directions..
As swift currents
of the Jorden River sifts us-
All that is left
utterances of goodnight,
like a night sky
beckons for stars...
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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