Our bond sprouted from the depths
Of the clean nothingness.
The hollow chamber that had been my home
Was filled with rubies and chandelier lights.
A golden chord had strung you and I
Together, and provided me with life.
Our breaths were one and it was soon time
To exit my temporary abode.
I was greeted by the opening gateway
Which introduced me to the illuminance.
Yet the years that’d pass proved to be
The real heat that was destined.
That golden chord snapped in a cacophonous
Vibration. And you remained roaming through the stars
Unaware of your consciousness.
All I expect is a waving flag on the moon –
And a golden heart strumming –
That’ll signal you’ve always awaited –
My eventual homecoming.
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Rocky Lagou (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I read an article today that described some of the symbolism of the moon as feminine energy and fertility. I felt an urge to write, and here is the result. Hope you enjoy the little journey. 🌕✨This is the article 👇 https://sodaliteminds.com/moon-symbolism/
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Beautiful words ! 🙂 I like this . It sounds like it’s maybe about soulmates or strong connections .. wuth your mention of a golden string
Hey! It's so nice to see you enjoyed the poem! In fact, this "bond" that I introduce in the beginning is a connection between mother and son. The first half is a metaphorical way of expressing the womb until birth and the rest represents my mother's passing. I was reading an article that represented the moon as being symbolic of feminine energy and fertility and I felt inspired to write. Thanks for the review! Have a lovely day!
I'm a bit lost i must admit. The first half gave me thoughts of being conceived and born.
It's certainly original writing and i have read it several times... was your mum an astronaut... erm
I've enjoyed trying to fathom this out anyway my friend.
Hi Dusk! Thanks a bunch for dropping by and you're right on with the pregnancy analogy. I wanted to create a sense of being inside the womb and almost being able to pinpoint certain aspects of the uterus until eventually being conceived at birth, "I was greeted by the opening gateway / Which introduced me to the illuminance." I was partially inspired from Plath's poem dedicated to her son, "Nick and the Candlestick," which if you haven't I TOTALLY recommend reading, I mean her imagery is phenomenal. But pretty much she takes a journey through her OWN womb in which she describes it as being a "cave" and her a "miner." The "golden chord" that is intentionally "chord" and not "cord" represents the umbilical cord which later on goes to represent the relationship between me and my mother when I subtly hint at her passing with the line, "That golden chord snapped." On the astronomical aspect of the poem it's actually a little deeper. I read an article that explained some of the symbolism of the moon and I was actually surprised to see that the top results were femininity and fertility. After reading that I felt driven to write to a poem that would allude to that symbolism. I describe my mother now as "roaming through the stars" in the afterlife awaiting my "homecoming," or in other words, my eventual death as well. I wanted to express that although that "golden chord" no longer exists physically because of her passing, that in the afterlife I may well reunite with her on the surface of the moon. Thanks for giving the poem some thought, have a great day! (This is the article if you're curious: https://sodaliteminds.com/moon-symbolism/)
Rocky, as a mother, I gotta say I love this!! You were conceived out of the "clean nothingness". I love how you describe her womb (reminds me of a poem i wrote with the loss of twins), the umbilical cord connecting you two. I mean I could sit here and quote from your poem all day! There's nothing quite like a bond between mother and child. Oh your mother is in the stars, that gave me the chills. I know that she passed. WOW!! This one goes into the faves at the top if I can manage. wow, your eventual homecoming, hopefully not too soon, Rocky! Loved it, loved it, love it!!!!!!!!!!
Omg Christina your words literally make me want to cry (in a good way of course.) I'm literally beyond flattered. I take my inspiration a lot from Sylvia Plath, and her poem "Nick and the Candlestick" was a strong inspiration for the imagery in this poem. I'm not gonna lie, I literally strive, and when I say "strive" I mean STRIVE, to create certain phrases and lines in my poems that'll leave an almost "after effect" on the reader. By this I mean I try to make lines that are memorable. And to be honest, when I wrote "clean nothingness" a little grin almost appeared on my face, I surprise myself sometimes with the subtle things I create, and to see that line was a takeaway from you, literally feels so rewarding. On the topic of your poem, I'm so so so sorry to hear that you've had to face miscarriage. I mean I can't even imagine how deep that pain must feel. If you don't mind, can you tell me which poem it was? Nonetheless, I hope you feel happy with the one[s] you currently have. Every child is truly a blessing and I hope you cherish each moment. I like to think that although my mom isn't with me anymore physically, she peacefully resides in the cosmos awaiting me. Thanks so much for your sweet and tenderhearted remarks. You're the best. Have a wonderful day! 💖🌕
It's been a few years since i posted it, I'll re-post it in the morning, was going to anyway, it's the 15th anniversary of their passing but absolutely will do!!
Good one Rocky.
Hi Dean! Thanks for stopping by! It's truly a pleasure to see you enjoyed the piece and I hope you felt the message. Our departed loved ones will await us in the galaxies far above! Have a great day!
A wonderful write. Isis is one of my favorite Goddess symbols as she takes on the moon. It is responsible for the tides and its cycle is related to the female menstrual cycle. Birth and renewal a wonderful poem of union. Well written.
Hello! It's so nice to see that you also find interest in mythology and the astrological symbols. It's quite fascinating how the natural world around us can reflect our humanity. “Birth and renewal” is such a precise description of this poem. I appreciate your words! Have a great day!
I think that I would love to stand in the open, on a beautiful, full moonlit night, and read this poem aloud. It is tender, and loving, just as I'm sure your relationship with your mother was. When we speak to the moon, she listens. Beautifully written!
I think that I would love to stand in the open, on a beautiful, full moonlit night, and read this poem aloud. It is tender, and loving, just as I'm sure your relationship with your mother was. When we speak to the moon, she listens. Beautifully written!
Looks like I somehow posted the same comment twice, and once in the wrong place, sorry about that.
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May that 'porch light' be forever welcoming Rocky.
Andy
Yes, indeed Andy! I can only set my expectations to a sweet and warm reunion with my mom in the skies someday. Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day!
The beginning of life, and life itself.
Yet, the most important part, the sperm and egg. That bond that brings two ancestors into the now and the future.
Wow, such a precise way to describe it. Very true, indeed, dear Paul. That seemingly subtle action of creating new life can arise a new generation that’ll go on to inspire. Thanks for such kind words. Have a beautiful day!
'Swirling ripples with the notion of tranquility, make a wish to the light left on' These lines just struck my mind while reading your piece. I admire you for the resilience and the perception that you possess. The bond and the chord play a very passionate role in everyone's life. This one has my heart from now on, and yes, she is undeniably proud to see how much you have grown to be.😊
Hi! Those are such precise and gracious lines to represent this poem. I really appreciate your kindhearted review! That moon, or that light, will await me until it's my time to go. But for now, I tread in the life that was supported by my mother, and I live knowing that we'll eventually reunite. Thanks so much! Have a wonderful day!
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