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​NOCTURN

by V`yonne 

Posted: 15 November 2025
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NOCTURN

Where is the Chopin in my reveries?
Notes tripping smoothly into calm?
Where is the Moonlight, pristine, blue,
bright, light, dripping down through heaven
between striated, silent ribs of clouds
shining on my soul when sorrow
slams into my heart, when pain no longer
hides its night face and darkness takes its toll
with sleeplessness. Where is the Chopin then?
Tell me. Explain. Again. Tomorrow maybe
I’ll try to love the world because I know
that once there was a Chopin. But sometimes
his breath seems shallow and his heart too deep
buried far away.






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dharker at 13:03 on 15 November 2025  Report this post
Glorious.

Where is the Moonlight, pristine, blue,
bright, light, dripping down through heaven
between striated, silent ribs of clouds
shining on my soul when sorrow
slams into my heart, when pain no longer
hides its night face and darkness takes its toll
with sleeplessness.

So much angst, this is wonderful!

David
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michwo at 22:37 on 15 November 2025  Report this post
Well, Oonah, you have a genuine admirer in David Harker obviously! You ask a really valid question here:
Where... when sorrow
slams into my heart, when pain no longer
hides its night face and darkness takes its toll
with sleeplessness. Where is the Chopin then? 
But shouldn't it be NOCTURNE with an E if you mean a piece of music that suggests night or evening?
 
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FelixBenson at 10:42 on 16 November 2025  Report this post
Wonderful, Oonah! I love it. 

Beautiful fluid lines. And the raw sentiment behind them - I entirely relate. 

Notes tripping smoothly into calm?
Where is the Moonlight, pristine, blue,
bright, light, dripping down through heaven
between striated, silent ribs of clouds
shining on my soul when sorrow
slams into my heart, when pain no longer
hides its night face and darkness takes its toll
with sleeplessness. 

I especially loved 'striated, silent ribs of clouds'

Excellent poem.
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crowspark at 11:35 on 17 November 2025  Report this post
This is a beautiful poem Oonah and very moving.
It made me think of Op. 9: No1 in b-flat minor - Larghetto.
Thank you, I needed to read this.
 
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