Poem: The Eclipse of the Heart

Quote of the day: 

How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of the sun? Miraculously. Frailly. In thin stripes. It hangs like a glass cage. It is a hoop to be fractured by a tiny jar. There is a spark there. Next moment a flush of dun. Then a vapour as if earth were breathing in and out, once, twice, for the first time. 
-Virginia Woolf

When years get chiseled away
Underneath a roof where you call home
Surrounded by far-flung memories
Oh what a glorious day to be alive

At a certain time and date
Within an obscure landscape
Being plunged deep into darkness
You neglect your inclusion in the universe

Word had gotten out
That the moon will pass in front of the sun
There was outcry from the sun too distant to hear
You are a stone's throw from the sea

This twilight
Eyes wide and face to the sky
Animals scampering in confusion
Humans standing in admiration
To breathe in the warm air and sigh
Filling the lungs with life
Sensing the precious hands of time
The eclipse stole your soul
Silent as a rabbit through a meadow
Watching as the day turned  to night

The sun became a bosom moon snail
Touching in an intimate kiss
Probing intimately like lovers
Reveling in the dark
Before getting tossed beneath the sea
Enough to water a garden or more

The sun grasped the deception from afar
Which no one cared to see
It tried but was powerless against the moon
Now trapped in a parallel universe
Your soul and that of the sun
Abducted and replaced with a replica.


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The total solar eclipse of the sun has come and gone and so has much of the fanfare associated with the event. This poem is written in the 'epic' form, which is a lengthy narrative poem containing events pertaining to a culture or nation. It contains details of a heroic deed and ends with a descent of the hero into a dark deep underworld. In this case it is you/sun. The idea is that the eclipse that occurred stole something from our world and us, but we were too busy to even notice. It is about our hearts becoming eclipsed with negativity with no end in sight.

But then again, the entire poem is open to your personal interpretations.


Peace. Love. Light* 



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