Aoide, Silken Is The Falling Moon Poem by Captain Cur
Aoide, Silken Is The Falling Moon
Silken is the falling moon
her light gently cast above this place
Aoide's crumbling shrine,
I touch these stones and think of her
and reach out toward the sky;
bright evening clouds declining
moonlight fills her eyes.
Boeotian muses. She is the muse of voice and song.
To Aoide,
Daughter of gods! Muse of men!
For my mortality shed not a tear
though on these ruins I lie in great despair;
I know this place, fruitfulness and knowledge
blending art championing its righteous cause.
I see the gentle slope near the hill where Bacchus
stood in the shadows and paused, his voice silent,
his chin dripping with wine shattered by your song.
Lesser gods bedeviled, the wind your breath,
femininity your power and your strength.
In poetic works humble thoughts grow bold
but music adds dimension to the soul.
I look upon this visage and handless arm,
time can never mar an ageless form
shameless in its purity and charm.
In the heavens this shape stridently wove
entwined by stars Aoide's memory thus enthroned!
I am glad that this beautiful poem on Aoide and moon has been selected thrice as the member poem of the poem of the day. Congratulations again.
Dear Respected Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir, totally the Captain has won twice and not thrice as the POD. CC first submitted this famous loveliest poem in 2018. Then he won the TMPOTD and in 2019 same date again, thus is twice. Thank you so much for your deep attention. God Bless you greatest
This is my last small note: Dear CC has won twice the TMPOTD in 2018 and in 2019, best wishes from SFC
Your poem is spectacularly beautiful, with enchanting imagery. It's in my List.
Beautifully, beautifully heart moving! .. Beautifully painted! .. And very heart moving notes about poem too! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++
thank you for whispering poetry into your readers' ears and hearts today---a 5 million star poem and quite on my favorite list
ummmmmm.... I feel like a cat purring while reading these subtle and sensual lines: Silken is the falling moon-- her light gently cast--I touch and think of her and reach out; clouds declining-- moonlight fills her eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The last part: Ah, you upgraded her as the muse of men, that says more than milliard words. I have enjoyed this beautifully crafted creation. And in all times music adds dimension to the soul, absolutely. Thank you so much for sharing. A full 10 Vote, Captain Cur! Congratulations for being chosen as the Member Poem Of The Day. Hurray!
Ijust corrected my small error HOORAY on your poem from 2019, this one is from 2018, WOW! I still had my 'error' HOORAY. So sorry not to have corrected earlier, CC